August

We had all summer to fall in love, it happened
at the end of August.

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August

You fucked me on top of a mountain
Your tongue tasted like strawberries
Your hair smelled like the ocean
Your face was a sunset.
You called me little sister all day before that.                                                               You made fun of my tits.                           But something happened to the earth and you were turned into my lover.

When you kissed me in the truck I was shaking and you held my arms-
I had forgotten the time by then, I had forgotten my name.
You promised to forgive me so when Hell opened and the Devil flew into my heart I was not afraid of the sound of his voice.
You put your hand between my legs and I kept sighing while we talked about religion.
You said God was someone’s idea of a joke and I secretly hoped you were right…
I’d have believed anything.
We had all summer to fall in love-
It happened at the end of August and when the leaves started turning it made sense that you’d left.

Because
who’d want to witness the onslaught of winter?
Or the hush of the woods when seasons retreat?
Or the space that is left when innocence vanishes?
…or the ashes of a teenage girl?

Kimkoa 2008

Author: bravelybipolargirl

I’m a writer and stay-home mother of three. I live with my husband, mother and 4 1/2 year old daughter in Wasilla, Alaska. My two teenage sons 14 and 16 spend summers and holidays with us. I am diagnosed bipolar 1 with psychotic features and my mission is to eradicate the stigma of mental illness in our society.

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