Puberty takes over
With lust in mind
She lets him in–now.
Following what she learned from
Her mother
To drink, leave, disregard.
Footsteps she follows
Carelessly
Through catastrophe; love
Ruined once again.
Does she love me
Does he love me
Do I love me
Let’s drink either way.
Reckless souls twisted from
Her memory
Still not there, she hides from me
Lies, betrayal, childhood
Scratched on wood by
Bloody nails.
Bare souls linked
Together
She holds the chain,
Never restores or states the truth
She doesn’t care for me.
I can’t escape, her wrath;
She has this hold on me.
Kaitlyn Pratt is in the process of obtaining a Creative Writing Bachelor’s degree from San Jose State University. She writes what she sees and what she feels. She lives in San Jose, CA and enjoys every second of it.