Naked,
In bed. My
bed right?
Right, pink
sheets.
I know how I
got here,
But it
wasn’t my decision,
No it was.
Was it?
Confusion in
this state of agitation,
Some would
call it being horny
And slutty,
whory, angry,
Throwing y
words without asking the why question,
And
understanding isn’t so much a crime as an art
As she lays
in bed,
Naked,
Wondering
how she got there again,
Unshaved,
unbuttered, and dry.
She had just
washed the sheets too.
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