Only Sixteen
She was only sixteen
They said
Her juvenile notions but fleeting
Extinguishable by a puff
of clandestine condemnation
Like sixteen candles
Stuck helplessly
On vanilla sponge
with cream
She was only sixteen…
Caught at the mercy
of life so confounding
Deceit and damnation
The only maiden offering
Her will torn
Dismembered
Anchored in roots
….turned rotten
Whilst visions in shades of joy
and hope
Flickered mercilessly around her head
…I was only sixteen
Colleen DuBois ~ Reflections of Me 
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