First Time
by Rose Mary Boehm

He wasn’t kind about it.
Had waited a long time, while
she couldn’t even find pleasure
in having her nipples squeezed.
But she loved him.
Of course she did.

He was the popular boy,
not used to being kept waiting.
He took what he felt
was rightfully his. After all,
he'd worked hard to get it.
Spent his weekly pocket money
on that silly bitch.

She wasn’t even sure what
had just happened. But
inside her were two buckets.
One leaked tears,
the other blood.

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