I'm too tired to fall in love again.
I'm so sick with all the grieving in my belly.
Day in and day out
I writhe in bed
With Vodka on my breath
Asking Jesus to just take me.
My throat stinks too much for heaven;
Venom spills out of every pore.
I am the eighth deadly sin.
The temptress.
And in my womanhood
I brought spoils to the land.
My portion is a sad aside.
I am not a writer anymore.
But I hide here
And wonder if you read it-
Wonder if you understand it
The way you never understood
When I asked you to leave
I was begging you to stay.
You didn't stay.
You went back to the wife you couldn't leave
Even after
The fallout.
Your bed was empty.
So I crawled into it.
Young girl.
Lost girl.
Shame on me for looking for love
Inside a barren chest.
You were sick at best.
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