Oh young, on the day she turns
over a new leaf, sun-damaged
veins, shrivelled death
six-feet to go, to sleep,
to walk in to
her dreams, flat-lined
sex, drawn out of virgin
delirium
strawberry fields in
fast decay, on the day
she turns, sixteen
nights after the drunken man
is fast asleep
on the edge,
on metal terror
pumping through her
veins
this is the one,
the hidden light,
night fury flies past her eyes
everything is tight
blood crushes blood, through
life-less young eye lids
she cries, he’s too fast,
a shrivelled raisin on black top
oh young, that night, and what it means,
the night takes, the air
rips
open, stealing her lungs on the day
she turns.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Superb piece of work 🙂
That’s such a chillingly real piece…
Such a devastating take on the whole “coming of age” theme. Devastating and beautiful.
Hello.. When I read this I see something experienced.. something real.. in context with ‘Stones’ I see a contrast.. obvious.. poignant.. Peace T.
I really like your poetry. You have a beautiful way with words. The only criticism I have is that although I get the gist, I think, the meaning is not clear to me. Poetry is a communication and the primary duty of communication, I think, is to be understood. But that’s just my view.
Hi Maggie, I’m delighted to discover your work. I also write because I ‘must’, but I have only recently come out of the writing closet. I relate to the darkness and I love this poem. I especially love this line:
“strawberry fields in
fast decay”
Looking forward to reading more of your work 🙂
Thanks for following my blog! I’m more than happy to return the favor…your writing styling certainly captivates! Can’t wait to read more!