Poem of Growing Up #3: Old Sins


I
Lay in wait
for an answer
i dare not
to assume

A girl
timid but still
careless nonetheless
diving for red
poisonous
wine

bathing a stranger
in her stream of
curiosity
oblivious that
his blood
will stained
her fingers

fragile now
whispering a prayer
the grown girl
asked for a wash
to cleanse
to redeems
what her past
had hastily
written
knowing
it will never be
erased



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