Fourteen,
I reached the ungodly heights of an all knowing sexualised being.
High pitched sequels of elders demanding knowledge:
"Do you shave?"
"What do you do?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Is it enjoyable?"
Sat in your witches circle Bibles if collaged memories occupy the centre.
All I could do was nod,
shrug,
big up my part.
Seen as a Deity representing what they are yet to experience.
Reality shows a girl
fourteen
unknown
pain
Societies opinion branded on her mind.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
ŞiirThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
