broken voices rising together,
slurring the chorus,
forgetting ourselves.
getting lost under you,
losing myself inside you,
the ninetieth girl plundered.
i wrap my loss around your body,
burden you with that weight
while i fly free somewhere.
i never thought you'd come to me.
but you saw it tonight,
my soul still torturously raw.
i used you like an object,
yet people cannot be tools.
sex will not heal wounds.
-october 6th
