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Querencia Press Submission
Querencia is going to be opening submissions for our unthemed Spring anthology soon, and I wanted to give Prosers the first chance to send me some work again. We accept poetry, fiction, cnf, & hybrid works. I will repost and like all entries. If you work is a good fit for Querencia, I will leave you a comment, so we can follow up with publishing info. I love work that centers on mental health, trauma examinations, feminism, BIPOC & lgbtqia+ experiences and rights, surrealism, and horror - but I'm willing to accept writing on any topic. If you want more info or background on Querencia check out our website!
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Innocence Lost

No! I said; please go away

I don’t want to be touched that way

But my words they went unheeded

For I had something that he needed

I am way too young to go through this

And my innocence I’ll miss

Please don’t rob me of my youth

I promise I won’t tell the truth

It didn’t matter that I said no

He wouldn’t stop; he refused to go

He told me that he cared for me

And this was how it ought to be

I was young, I hadn’t a clue

Maybe this was, what you were supposed to do

It didn’t really seem all that bad

And he treated me just like a dad

But time was not on his side

And he could no longer hide

Mom could tell that things weren’t right

And she called the police that night​

I’m so young, I hope I forget

I just was not ready yet

He shouldn’t have touched this young male

For now his spends his days in jail

Life goes on, and so do I

Sometimes I see my mother cry

Me, I’m just a happy teen

I hide my scars, where they can’t be seen