by Natalie Edmond
Couldn’t tell my body wasn’t ready
Didn’t ask if I was okay
Only wanted to consume me as quickly as he unwrapped that red packet condom
My silence entangled within the darkness as he stuck his fingers inside me
The flower of my innocence ripped open
It wasn’t love making
And it wasn’t fucking
It was something emptier than that
The evidence stained on my left sleeve
Natalie Edmond is a student at LaGuardia Community College who majors in Creative Writing. Like a true INFP personality type, she is continuously drawn to and inspired by the arts and all things creative.
Read an interview with Edmond here.
Photograph: “Person’s Hands,” Alexander Grey, 2019. CC 2.0.
