Creative | Posted by Tiffany C on 11/2/2012

Innocence and Experience

She was all sharp angles even in earlier innocence,

Sticks and stones,

Upright stance, finely wrought

Collarbone jut, delicate vertebrae

stuck out; a recollection of one night

Sternum solid plate of bone; no one will be able to break this part of you

that she instinctively felt in reassurance

Fragile as a bird,

False pretenses in adolescence,


Inebriated lightweight who never knew the bitter taste of rejection

and instead, learned of too hasty acceptance—

Arched shoulders, hipbones widened from experience,

Her wrists smudged with bruises blooming like dandelions in grass;

abundant and careless

Her eyes, once starlight-bright, became

Precise in every action

Tousled morning-after hair

She was all sharp angles even until world remained empty,

because that night, casual, she went out with her friends to a club

Was never her fault.

Meaningless spontaneity turned panic

Room spinning, intoxicated, she doesn’t know what’s happening

She was all sharp angles

Because you made her this way since

She was, only to you, a mere bet

A prize to be wagered upon.

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  • Isabel @ at 4:01 pm, November 2nd, 2012

    I MEANT 5 STARS! This is incredible. You areso talented

  • Tiffany C @ at 1:33 pm, November 10th, 2012

    thank you so much! :)

  • Caitlin @ at 1:23 pm, November 13th, 2012

    I’m not really a feminist or anything like that, but this poem is really amazing. It expresses the girl so well almost as if you have had the experience yourself

  • Ariella @ at 6:55 am, January 20th, 2013

    Caitlin – why not?

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