All that Girlhood Gone

Who didn’t matter really, it just

felt like time and the less

personal the better so that bar seemed

a good place to offer herself with

plenty of takers as she wasn’t

shabby and hormones were sharpened to a

fine point by Friday night so

it wasn’t difficult to be easy.

Of course it hurt at first and there was

a heaviness in her belly like lead or

stones she’d swallowed that slowly

broke up and effervesced and she

concentrated on one big bubble which

rose through her and burst as she thought of

all that girlhood gone and if

she was now a woman.

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