I let words sex me.
So I guess at 9, I lost my virginity.
Between my legs, the words began to hurt.
I guess at 12, I lost my childhood.
I watered and tended the almost ripened fruit.
But when spring came my patch was barren.
Nine months passed.
I guess I lost my seed.
Soar knees now healing.
Clasped hands now released.
I guess at 15, I lost my faith.
Shadows of sunlight.
Sharp skin embracing soft knives.
I guess at 20, I lost my mind.
*Dusted off old writings from youth*