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Ophelia O Sep 2018
My first kiss was stolen
in kindergarten
when I turned
to respond to a question
his mouth met mine
and I learned
for the first time
that boys take
and we
are supposed
to give
Ophelia O Jan 2018
serendipity is summer
laying down with
siblings long forgot
they giggle as
their bodies
brush my skin
goosebumps greet them
together we look
to the mother
and wonder
if she will
keep shining,
but instead
breathe the rebirth
of heavy life
and stretch
with our grassy kin
for her salvation
me and the grass
Ophelia O Dec 2017
one day a bottle
won't be my gatekeeper
and I will find you


with trusting


replacing him on me
and I will think of you
inside, within me
Ophelia O Dec 2017
"It’s ok"

the sky reminds me

"You are small"

she scolds
moonlight caresses
my cheek

"You will grow"

stars fall
to burn away
my tears
Ophelia O Dec 2017
"you are one of us"
the flowers whisper
No! Can't they see
I have pulled off
My petals?
To be bare
is without fear
of getting plucked
one by one
only to land on
"he loves me not"
I can't take
that plucking
no longer delicate
Ophelia O Dec 2017
I keep a library
small but not tiny
nearly filled to the brim
a million words within
I keep watch over them
a lonely archivist whose sin:
reading dusty texts whilst yearning
even with them burning
my skin
stop reading old texts
Ophelia O Dec 2017
Please put gloves on
before you touch me
grab them off the counter
plastic dripping yellow
wet from dishwashing
I don't mind
the creaking sound
of plastic trying to stick
to my skin
your touch is dangerous
too full of his memory
no longer can anyone
touch me
please put gloves on
to protect you
to protect me
I'm sorry
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