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 *******
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
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.
