INNOCENCE

Innocence,
tastes like,
stolen mangoes, unfaithful kisses,
savoring juicy lips on rainy evenings
eating her out like a fruity picnic.

Innocence,
feels like,
naked skin, steamy breath,
muffled moans on a hostel bed
swimming in her waters like-

Innocence
smells like,
warm tears blotting the pages of her diary that
lies moulding at the bottom of the closet
among all her skeletons.

Innocence,
looks like,
two red ends on the end of a pregnancy test.

Innocence,
sounds like,
the silent screams of a murdered foetus.