Fourteen
Fourteen
At fourteen,
Lost in the woods
Squatting to pee, it
Runs down my leg
hot and itchy
No one knows where I
am, or was
My face splotched
and pimply
Always embarrassed
No kissing for me
The boys want perfect skin
pretty smiles
I hide in those pine trees
Near the pond and farm
There’s no watch or clock
I can’t read the sun
Just my hunger
When it’s time to go I walk
Past the corn,
over the stones
Rotting apples on the lawn
The door unlocked, my room
Hot and bare
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