POETRY

Unripen

Free Verse poem

These thin vines hang burdened by berries As black birds await first signs of ripening

I was once an unripen girl — thin, gangling Hanging onto your every word — wide-eyed, in awe Your dark eyes searching for signs of womanhood

You plucked away at my innocence — foul-mouthed Filling my head with pornographic filth Your hands finding reasons to brush my thighs Or gentle hugs that lingered far too long

I didn’t understand your advances then My young mind still blossoming, not caught up With the changes of breasts and curves

The night you forced yourself upon me Did my unripen berries leave a bitter taste?

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her creative writing blog, Ravyne’s Nest and random ramblings on her personal blog, A Delicious Torment.