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by xAlesanaxScoutx 0 reviews

Pink triangle.

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres: Angst - Published: 2018-02-14 - 99 words

His budding spurts of thick hair and erections.

Sex feels like quicksand.
I stare into an abyss

of pixelated screen at three am.

He wakes up. I panic.
The musk of his testosterone
chokes me,

and in my drunken stupor of

the weight of his cologne lifts. I cry.

Chest to chest.
Breast to breast.

Pink Triangle by Weezer.

Soft chapstick-stained lips, the curvature of female bodies, her cheap dollar-store

Boy. Man. I dream in black and white,
the grayscale of sexuality towering over me.

He asks me to stay.
I paint my nails pastel pink.

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