In seven days, my youth will perish.
Though I buried it long ago
The purity I was so eager to shed
Will no longer bleed below my feet
Staining the Earth with its tears.
So devoted I was to my own downfall
Back when I was young
That when I met that man and the angels cried
I heard nothing at all.
Now their descendants sing within the trees
And I know to look before I leap
Remembering the dress that fell to my knees
And how it couldn't save me from him.
The first time I prayed was at my own grave
Hoping that God would care
Father, I beg you, don't send me to Hell
Because I know that my killer is there.
Have mercy, Father
Please, tell me you can
I would dance around fire
But I won't stand next to a man
So in seven days
When my youth is dead
Don't send me to Heaven
Don't send me to Hell
Bury the angel
Where she fell.
CITEȘTI
Written in Red
PoezieA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
