the diary of a teenage whore

skinny dipping

August 14, 2012 (Age 14)

Dear diary, 

I visited my old friend, Breanna. 

She lived up high; 

near the tops of the skyscrapers, 

where the clouds meet the polluted air and combine. 

The roof of her penthouse was adorned with a swimming pool, 

deep as my soul - full as my lungs. 

She had asked me to strip, telling me that it would ease the pain. 

I would do anything to ease this pain; 

this dull ache in my chest, 

as if pointed sticks of lead were thrown into my abdomen. 

I agreed.

That was the first time I kissed a girl, 

and I enjoyed it just as much as I did kissing him. 

Her brown eyes shimmered with unshed tears, similar to my own. 

A red glaze had formed over them - chlorine affecting not only our appearance, 

but the quality of our living. 

I had ducked under the water, breathing in the sour liquid; 

hissing as it filled my lungs. 

It didn't hurt that bad. 

Im confused, elle.