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Paradise Lost by Sally James

It shouldn’t have been like that, not the first time, 
it should have been between clean white sheets 
with scented candlelight and soft music playing 
or maybe lying on pure green grass with warm 
breezes sighing and birds singing melodies. 
 
But no it happened in a dark alley after too many  
drinks on a cold winter’s night when the alcohol 
had dulled your senses after a boozy night out 
and you were left alone as the urban fox scurried 
into the blackness and a pale moon loitered. 
 
Now you sob into your coffee cup as the bruise  
between your thighs spreads and you think no one 
will understand when you say you can’t remember 
what had happened except your heart has been 
broken by innocence and the naivety of youth.