before it all.

Jack and Jill the frogs lived in our forest.
We caught snakes and ate on red porches.


Now, it seems that Jack and Jill protected me from most of it, from what I don't remember, from what I don't know why I don't remember.
It seems that the snakes have all been released and the red porch bled.

it is this moment i am scared
i know
the dark sweetness, the vigorous laughter
the burning sensation, the numb thereafter
the fools water, the mortals sin
be that as it maythat kiss meant nothing.
in drapes, lied down and breathed
your hot breath stung and found no quieting
i succumb as they've grabbed, toyed
looked at me with eyes demanding, asking, forcing
more since i should be naive, take a disease and tell it not to kill.
the first warm lips under a blue moon
on a summer stoop, thine eyes have seen
took it, did not ask but the rules
that is why
A smirk, i am a child
just 6,
this moon does not even know my cycle yet and these dark lips
envelope mine, they laugh it happens again and they are silent
I know no words this is not how it is supposed to be.
my reccollection fails and I am unsure one fragment sealed forever, toots.
then red, red, red in a cramped room with seven, the bathroom is red and my
mind spins.

I have lost all faith in texting, not only is it costly but it leads random men by the name of Jake to my house - while I unknowingly thought it was someone else, long story short - random man came to my house and it kind of went like this...

"Ryan?"
"No, Jake"
"Where's Ryan?"

-Awkward hug-