But Something Happened
The breakwater of youth dims again
As I recall that fateful evening
Every gushing tide moaned
Revising the secrecy of a time
When drunken trawlers held me
In my contorted form, lightly assailed
A skirt in tatters, my locks disheveled
Where a girl's yell found no choice
But to camouflage it in the dark
And voices flinched in waves
' Shh, nothing ever happened,'
While I raced out of the bleak shoreline.
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Fiction April 19,2019
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2019
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