Sandra Benedetto: Sinners

She was all

high bangs

high skirts

hiding her thoughts


red mouth

red eyes

ready to scat


whore on our lips

whore in her ears

hoarded secrets


packed hallways

packed lunches

pacts of swear to tell


We were all

bet you haven’t heard

bet you he’s her pimp

Better than her


We were above

knee high boots

knee cap bruises

needing help


We were all

have you seen her?

(when she enrolled)

have you seen her?

(when she disappeared)


She was all

of our darkest desires

She was all

of our deepest fears

She was all

of thirteen




  1. Wow, great poem! It’s pretty unnerving how children are in such a hurry to grow up and portray themselves as sexual objects to appear desirable. I especially love the last few lines here – very powerful. Thank you for posting this 🙂

    1. Thanks so much for reading and for your comment. Unnerving is a good word for it. It was sobering to revisit this scenario from twenty-some years ago with the perspective that age and experience bring.

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