Oh we were on fire, but like accidental burnings
we were everywhere, raging out of control
hormones consuming flesh but
we overlooked each other.
Last night I finished Kendra by Coe Booth. Stellar writing. Brutal. Kendra is fourteen, sexually active and unable to reconcile her how body responds to her desire and what she emotionally wants. With the read fresh in my mind, this draft came to mind. It was a response to writing prompt earlier this year.
Poetry Friday is hosted this week by Slyvia at Poetry for Children.