BABE IN THE WOODS

Curling up on the bed

Possibilities worming up my head;

Of dialogues and drills

That final blow to kill.

I questioned if this could be avoided,

If I could be spared of the hurt,

Only if my heart could skip the town;

A rare chance to escape from being the noun.

The words they spit

The moves they made,

With crudity they got my innocence charred.

I tried to get back,

Trying to beat them in their own game,

I fought and fought,

Only to be shamed.

The cards changed,

And the joke was on me;

I was the hunter and,

The world a sitting duck.