The Prostitute

I am a poet! I am. I am. I am a poet, I reaffirmed, ashamed.

his chest hair
makes her sweat
he insists on pressing
against her
he holds her
with all of his limbs
until she feels like
she’s suffocating
he puts the words
in her mouth,
pulls them out
by the toungue
say it..say it..
and, she does

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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