I remember the length of my skirt

(ten years ago now)

and the way you looked at me

with asphalt grey eyes-

people always said were blue

but in them I saw a gloom,

which at first I had hoped to fix,

until the cataracts of fog

became a darkness

I had stepped too far into

wearing a skirt which was meant

to be worn below the knee

(school rules)

but crept up my thighs

along with your asphalt grey eyes-

people always said were blue,

but you knew what you were doing

with my naivety, didn’t you?

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In response to day 22: asphalt, #rainasmprompts

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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