You were just a boy,
Only a few years
younger than me.
I, too, was only a girl,
but one who wanted to be
a woman much too quickly.
Except we didn’t meet,
Because you found me
surrounded by sleep.
You had no need to shake my hand
Or learn my name. Just a body,
in the shape of your needs.
When I was a child,
younger of a child
Than when you came
Across me, I thought
Satan haunted me
and kept me from sleep.
That night, where you had
told others we'd met,
I thought Satan himself
had found me again.
Drunk on youth and whisky,
asleep in a stranger's bed,
I realized that Satan's
only a child's fever dreams,
or, sometimes instead,
a teenage boy,
clinking his belt,
invading my sleep.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
You were just a boy,
Only a few years
younger than me.
I, too, was only a girl,
but one who wanted to be
a woman much too quickly.
Except we didn’t meet,
Because you found me
surrounded by sleep.
You had no need to shake my hand
Or learn my name. Just a body,
in the shape of your needs.
When I was a child,
younger of a child
Than when you came
Across me, I thought
Satan haunted me
and kept me from sleep.
That night, where you had
told others we'd met,
I thought Satan himself
had found me again.
Drunk on youth and whisky,
asleep in a stranger's bed,
I realized that Satan's
only a child's fever dreams,
or, sometimes instead,
a teenage boy,
clinking his belt,
invading my sleep.
Trigger warning: ****** assault