The Boy Next Door
"The Boy Next Door" – A Sonnet
Outside she sees the birds and clouds fly high,
Together, where the golden sunbeams pelt.
She said "Alright, let's try", it's mid-july.;
That summer, when you told her how you felt.
Inside your childhood room, only nineteen.
That loosened button on her floral dress
Between your fingers. Like a movie scene,
The world stood still before your first caress.
Down on your bed, your hands intrude her thighs,
Like icy chills that slowly crawl her spine.
You promised time, but it was all just lies,
She froze but you just said "Relax, it's fine".
Suppressing tears as I flee out the door,
Since then I don't wear florals anymore.
LB 05/31/2026
Copyright © Laura Bretthauer | Year Posted 2026
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