S**tA Poem by Pawprints“What’s wrong with sex?” She shouts it to the wall She bangs her fist against the table In empty wait for an answer Shouts of ‘s**t!’ Still fresh in her ear Thrumming over And over What’s strange is that It’s not an accusation she thought Would hurt her But as she rolls it over Tacks it to her ceiling Tastes it She begins to wonder If there is something wrong With her No Sex is natural Isn’t it? And it’s something Everyone wants Right? She smashes her head Into her mattress Until she sees stars Why does ‘s**t’ Sting this much? © 2014 Pawprints |
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1 Review Added on July 12, 2014 Last Updated on July 12, 2014 AuthorPawprintsAboutThere's not really much to know about me besides the fact that I love to read and write. more..Writing
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