Never Have I Ever

It’s the month of June

and the summer heat

mingles with the fire we’ve built.

We are all sixteen

or nearly so

and we’ve stuck straws in Lambrini

or we’re sipping on cheap beer.

Someone pipes up

about an easy way to get drunk-

to drink every time

you’ve done something

you should be ashamed of-

and we all giggle or bristle

with teenage nerves,

waiting for the first brave soul

to suggest the first transgression:

Never Have I Ever.

At this I stared at all the faces

around me and realised

this was it,

this was the end of innocence.

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

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Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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