Good Girl?
Broken fragments
Of dim memories,
Blanketed by a heavy,
Chemical
Herbal
Alcohol
Induced fog-
Mmmmmm…
Smells like
Stale cigarette smoke
Mingled
With Polo Sport
Cool Water
And Escape For Men.
Smeared lipstick kisses
And tangled hair
Whispered confessions
"…swear you won't tell ANYONE?…"
A rapid succession
Of blurred images-
The
Uncut
Uncensored
Version
Flickering through the mind's eye…
Closed doors
Tangled sheets
Limbs entwined
…candlelight…
A dim, smoke-filled lounge
Sticky
Plastic
Vinyl seats
Dark corners
And groping hands…
Thumping beats
Flashing lights
Behind the DJ booth
"C'mon let's dance"-
City lights
Skylights
Moonlight
And starlight
Swollen lips
Heavy breathing
Steady beating
"Shhhh…
Someone might hear you!"
Park benches
At 3am
Deserted streets
Silent pleas
"It's okay, no one's looking."
Empty promises-
Played again?
No time for tears
Just smile-
And remember…
Two can play this game.
Distant day dreams
Of long-lasting
Truly requited
Love?
Been there, done that
-can't take the pain-
Moved on.
Just touch and go
No strings attached
False emotion
DON'T FALL IN LOVE!
Slut?
Tramp?
Whore?
No…No…
Merely embodiment
Possesion
Epitome
Of power-
Power to flee
The rigid framework
Of so-called
Feminine prudence
Threatening to hold you down
Suffocate
And suppress.
"Be a good girl and
JUST SAY NO….
Even if you mean
YES"
Bullshit.
No thanks-
Last words?
NO REGRETS.
Reason for writing:
Slut is such a horrible word that i have almost entirely
eliminated from my vocabulary. After all, who are we to judge?
We never know what reasons one may have behind their actions
or what principles they may act upon. They may differ from ours
completely, or actually may be identical and just choose to express
them in a totally different way.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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