Oh we were on fire, but like accidental burningswe 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. This is cross-posted at CO.
Poetry Friday is hosted this week by Slyvia at Poetry for Children.
3 comments:
That was a great poem! I wish I had an ounce of your creativity.
I hope to start Kendra soon (must read Jumped first).
Jump is intense as well and the outcome is realistic. True to the story.
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