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13 in a training bra
strutting the streets
of Myrtle Beach
I want you both back by 10
set them loose mesmerized
by electric glitter
glowing in the night air.
Enchanted and dizzy
she loses her friend in the sea
of tourists sweaty and porous
in the thick salty atmosphere
looming over her. She doesn’t see him
hunting while she searches through faceless faces
jerking her tiny body behind that dumpster,
I’m gonna fuck you, scream and I’ll snap your neck
slithers and sears through freshly pierced ears.
Savage hands grope beneath the
lavender Gap shirt Mom bought at the mall
yesterday, before this man, pressed hard into her
hip, hurriedly fumbling with buttons and zippers.
Remembering her brother on how to deal with bullies
she buries a knee in his intentions leaving him
crumpled and throbbing beneath her Candies smacking quickly over tarry asphalt blurring
past neon amusement rides souvenir stands cheap sunglasses baseball caps and fanny packs
photo booths cotton candy icy cones hot dog huts Putt-putt clowns crying babies adult novelty shops hot wind drags black streams down rose pink cheeks 
lights gleaming in her tear tracks like lustrous slug trails
racing by the startled concierge into the marble hotel
down its damp kaleidoscope halls
vanishing behind the weighted door
and stainless steel lock
of 18.

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This poem is very artfully weaved; I can tell that a lot of work went into it. For instance, the way the lines become rushed and frenetic as the young girl escapes her captor, the way that the number 18 had two levels of meaning, one of which tied...

This poem is very artfully weaved; I can tell that a lot of work went into it. For instance, the way the lines become rushed and frenetic as the young girl escapes her captor, the way that the number 18 had two levels of meaning, one of which tied into the first line, etc.... One stanza that I especially liked was: "she loses her friend in the sea/of tourists sweaty and porous/in the thick salty atmosphere/looming over her." It presages her attack with "visual" language.

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Joshua Hennen
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Wonderfully executed! Gonna make sure I read this to my daughter when she's old enough to comprehend

wickedwahine_69
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this is a very clever piece of writing. its like a fun way of saying 'dont talk to strangers! even if they offer you candy!'

soi-disant
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Thanks very much! And Wicked, probably a good idea.

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