Piece of ’89 ( poem)

Started with chocolate mixed with cherry on my knee

A scab...turned over dark 

in the summer of '89

a tree summoned my bike

called on it for a dutiful mission

sun seduced me, 

joy and belly laughs diverted me

the tree wanted to engulf me

twist me up in its limbs

rock me

but it wasn't gentle like a lullaby

epidermis and dermis peeled away

revealed fresh pink, like my girlhood

my body was deceived by a lonely oak

my memory rewinds back

before concrete  scraped my face

and it was only blue skies

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