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She is seventeen - not quite a girl, He sees this *A pat on the *** The not-quite-girl whirls back "I'm not comfortable with that, " He looks at her then, And almost....scoffs "What? It's just a butt." Her spine stiffens— She does not laugh. And even before this - Hands on her waist A hand, resting on her collarbone Fingers tucked underneath the collar of her shirt She moves it away - He moves it back There are fingers on her sternum now, nearly touching her breast *And then he touched her *******
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Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
Retrospective: Seventeen
She is seventeen - not quite a girl, He sees this *A pat on the *** The not-quite-girl whirls back "I'm not comfortable with that, " He looks at her then, And almost....scoffs "What? It's just a butt." Her spine stiffens— She does not laugh. And even before this - Hands on her waist A hand, resting on her collarbone Fingers tucked underneath the collar of her shirt She moves it away - He moves it back There are fingers on her sternum now, nearly touching her breast *And then he touched her *******
The next entry in the Retrospective poem series. Fair warning: this piece gently explores difficult memories and includes reference to personal boundaries being crossed.
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29/F/New Zealand
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
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