five
when i was five
playing by the swings
a seventeen year old boy
slipped his hand into my skirt
what are you doing?
its okay
please stop
i run upstairs
i tell mommy
mommy calls my father
my father handles it
he comes home
a bag of gummy candies all for me
i was never allowed to wear a skirt
ever again
YOU ARE READING
Tranquility
PoetryIn which Avaline furiously writes her story in red ink to find tranquility.
