The girl was only seven,
When he came into the picture
Bribery by way of sweets
"Now I have her,"
He must have thought,
This was no mere caper
She wonders,
now,
if he meant it like that.
But at seven, sugar meant YES
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
The girl was only seven,
When he came into the picture
Bribery by way of sweets
"Now I have her,"
He must have thought,
This was no mere caper
She wonders,
now,
if he meant it like that.
But at seven, sugar meant YES
This is the first in a series of retrospective poems exploring memory, identity, and survival. Each piece captures a moment in time, but they form something larger together.
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