5 Hours

She lay in the bed connected to wires
So unaware of what transpires
The steady beeps echo in the room
Visitors hoping she’ll wake up soon
She knew better but didn’t listen
To all the warnings she heard at school
She met a boy and went past kissing
She was caught up didn’t know what to do
She remembered the graphs and the charts
She read the books, this girl had smarts
But there was no lesson in addiction
No one to steer her in the right direction
She answered questions, aced her tests
The teacher was always impressed
With her intuition and determination
To finish school and go to graduation
It came up in almost every conversation
How college was going to change her life
She was on her own, a new destination
She knew that what she did was right
Then one night when her pulse was racing
The clothes peeled off and fell to the floor
They acted like time was wasting
Even though they had no where to go
She asked if he had brought some protection
Recalling lectures, she made that connection
He said yeah as he pulled out his erection
He wanted to feel her first, she gave no objection
She nodded in acceptance, he had her trust
She forgot her better judgment, gave into her lust
Not a good decision to make at that time
All she knew was that it felt so fine
And as they ended with the final culmination
The climax removed any hesitation
That one act would lead to many after that
Never thinking about the aftermath
Each one filled her with temptation
Never having that all important conversation
Are you clean? When was the last time you got tested?
Didn’t even know how many people that they slept with
Meanwhile she was breading a virus
The one that has no cure
And now here she lies with the wires
Her body fighting hard to endure
Completely unaware of the mistakes she made
She won’t get a chance to tell her story
Her family and friends just sit here and wait
They know if she was awake she’d be sorry
That next time she wouldn’t hesitate
She would use the protection she learned about
She would ask questions and change her fate
The sex she could do without
Who will tell the guys who don’t know about the sickness?
They go on with their lives infecting those who know less
About the girl in a hospital bed
At the age of nineteen she’ll be dead

posted by Wide Eyed @ 7:34 AM 0 Comments

It's raining outside. It's the first summer-like rain of the year. The kind of rain that is torrential, according to channel 6 weather, but when you walk outside you can feel the warm moisture of drops hitting hot concrete. It's the kind of rain that wets the earth, without changing the heat of the sun through the clouds. It's a rain that makes you want to walk without an umbrella, or ride on your bike next to that certain someone wearing white t-shirts that cling to your bodies as the water saturates the fabric, becoming less like clothes and more like skin. This is the rain that makes strangers smile knowingly at each other as they pass because they're all walking in puddles that have pooled in their shoes. The kind of rain that if you're thoughtful enough to have an umbrella, only keeps you dry from your shoulders up. Rain that pounds loudly on your windowsill followed by the loud clap of thunder that makes your eyes wince in spite of themselves. It's the rain where you don't notice the lightning in the sky, even as you pass under a tree. It's rain that does not change with the passage of time, that still smells like the dust coming up from the pavement. The rain that can come at any second and dwindle to a light mist the next. This is the rain that reminds me of mother nature, of childhood, of days without care. Days where worry did not show up on the lines of my face or speed up the blood coarsing through my veins.

posted by Wide Eyed @ 3:06 PM 0 Comments