FOR THE FIRST LOSS OF INNOCENCE
by Adedamola Olabimpe
your first kiss was a crime scene.
stolen from you in the darkness of your
it slid down your throat & started
the spark that turned you into the wildfire of a human.
your first kiss stolen from you
in the darkness of your mother’s kitchen.
a funeral with only your 14-year-old self
& a mute god in attendance.
you wore nothing.
your first kiss slid down your throat,
hot & ready to consume.
insides turning to ash. unfamiliar desires
travelling through your senses & finding home
in the space between your thighs.
your first kiss was not your first kiss
but your second.
this kiss was a sin & this man forgot what a
fanning out flames with his head buried
in between your chest.
you remember his smell & how it corrupted
tainted nights. coloured thoughts.
look at you, child. the antithesis of purity.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Olabimpe is a lover of white bread who almost always has their earphones in. They have works published in Ngiga Review, Sub-Saharan Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Visual Verse and others. You can find them on Instagram @borednigeriangirl and on Twitter @lilbrowneyedfae.