the robber

February 6, 2017

red paint, chipped.
i was bruised
from the tree.
the yard
the swing,
when it rained,
the mud covered
our bodies.
dad took photos of us
with a cheap camera.
four years passed.
five, six
seven-
      eight...

someone stole your innocence,
you robbed me of mine.

 






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