Mary Bell

The First Time I Got A Hard-on.

Summertime.

English Garden.

I was being suffocated

By a mattress weighted

By a boy with a wet face

And a fuck-you frown.

He held me down.

It was just a little childish swell –

And I managed to squeeze in a flushed farewell,

Blushing,

And crushing my face

To the springs.

The beginnings of a long dry spell.

A little death

With a Mary Bell.

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