foreplay - a NSFW prose poem

As he plowed me one last time
a barren field that grew no seed
I walked the path of my emotions
Every scent in my past emerged -
mud, mossy woods, and musty baths
glue dried blood and bitter tasting
salty cum mingled in my mind with
the ken of impending snow.

As a girl I would play
in sand grass and trees
fall on hands and knees
filthy with sweat and then
throw off my clothes to run naked
into a neighbor’s woods laughing
because I knew
people would think me strange

The boys would come after me
wanting to play doctor
stroking me with their probing
sticks behind the couch
guilty glances towards the door
as daddy long legs struggled
to get up my shower stall
his splayed legs sliding
down pink watery walls

I obsessively glued photos of you
from rap sheets into a scrapbook
hiding it in a drawer for years
along side my used menstrual pads
a talisman to ward off evil

You in the back seat
urging me towards your lap
Mother would come after me
with kitchen knives yelling
telling me I was going to
hell for my wickedness

what remained was a day
in an infinite winter
playing out horrid love songs
on a radio in my room

I changed the station then
left the music blaring,
wandered off track
shoving feet out door
with little else to carry

I wanted to be at peace..
but I just ran away

until today.
As he fucked me
every scent magnified
as if I was a she wolf emerging from her lair
a huntress - in need of a little foreplay

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