The scent in the air
Reminds me of the river
Being young and naive
The wonder of life
The innocence leaving
The stillness so loud
My heart beat echoed
The rope swing
The watermelon
The tales of
Water moccasin nest
And the death that followed
A darkness so deep
The light could never find
A way to penetrate
The secrets that murky
Water held
The shame in that
Gas station bathroom
Look pretty but
Not too pretty
Run faster
Scream louder
And when there is blood
On your mouth
And skin under your nails
Use it to curse
Him and all the
Others like him.
Amber C. Smith (June 2015)
