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banana Oct 25
My skin,
   Wrinkle free,
My body,
      Full of life,
Come in from playing outside in the hot summer air,
And I'm welcomed by my brother.
His big brown eyes follow me as I head to wash my hands, “Hey you wanna play a game?”
My younger self smiles in excitement as no older brother wants to play with his sister.
I finish washing up to see him sitting in my pink princess tent awaiting my arrival,
His fingers and lips left me feeling colder than ice.
And a feeling entered my body that has never found its way out.
As time goes on I accept this feeling as permanent,
The grubby touch of his hands slid their way from head to toe.

I'm ten now,
I'm happy again,
building a fort with my cousin as he asks me a question.
“Can I see it”
“See what,” I said,
Now I know what he meant were parts of me that were so sacred now and the letters N-O never meant less in his life.
What he wanted was now his.

Years pass and I'm fourteen and I think I have found a guy who respects me and treats me how he should,
His charm was nothing but a disguise.
I invited him over and we shared a drink.
I felt so cool hanging out with a high school boy,
If I had known how he'd leave me it would have never happened.
The roughness on my thigh,
The pounding in my heart,
and this time I think,
I'll fight,
I'll fight to the death as if I'm a gladiator,
As if it were a zombie apocalypse and I was the only one left,
I will protect myself this time.
He explored parts of me,
And I freeze.
freeze,
like a deer in headlights staring at seemingly nothing,
Thinking,
I was going to fight,
I was going to keep what's mine.
My head is screaming and swirling as I wait for this sea of betrayal to wash over.
He climbs back out my creaky window and even though he’s  gone I can still feel the feeling of his calloused palms,
Leaving a neverending blood trail on my body
Invisible scars woven into skin,
where his hands once lingered

-O
banana Oct 10
Original Poem by : BANANA
A firefly
In the grass
Is like
A lighthouse
On  the ocean
The waves
Splashing in summer
Amongst one another

imitation poem based on "A Pinecone" by Amy VanDerwater
banana Oct 10
your momma,
is my momma,
momma momma momma

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