A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
VII/VIII
Tuesday, September 1
He was twice as old, can you believe?
After school, he made me feel like rose petals
I could never keep up,
melting explicitly into the palm of his hand
He was twice as old, can you believe?
After school, he made me feel like rose petals
I could never keep up,
melting explicitly into the palm of his hand