Darkpines Creative

Coming to an agreement with the world through my photography and writing.

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On a Girl’s Sexual Awakening

Young enough to be

Tucked in at bedtime

I’d unswaddle myself

Walk sleep drunk

To my plush pink pig

To squat wide legged

In the corner until warm

Streams of gold

Ran between my

Pale thighs, christened

The pink mine.

Watched in awe, our horses

Rutting, back biting, hooves

Scraping, rumps bucking

The mare coy

The stallion shucking

Propriety, until my

Mother made me look away.

Torn pages

Stuck to roadside branches

Of flesh and limbs

Intertwined like

Synapses, firing

Hormones surging, seeing

What is meant for

Adult eyes only.

My fingers small

Enough to clean the

Barrel of a gun

Fumbled the lines

Of my body, tentative

Along strawberry

Shortcake briefs until

I’d nurtured them

Nimble, purposeful

With practice.

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The rain fell

Reflecting city lights

My heart, a gaslit lantern

Burning bright

Or dimming

At your insistence.

The rain fell, rose

And fell some more

Like our hopes in pictures

Slung upon our walls.

The rain fell, slid

Into the earth, the cracks

Along the pane

Expanding, contracting

Like our weathered hearts

The rain fell

Again, again, again.

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Some rural snaps from last summer. 🌞

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