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James Apr 2020
Red flowers in a vase on the table
Staring at me like an old friend
If I cry, will they comfort me?
If I scream, will they calm me?
If I laugh, will they silence me?
Or will they remain motionless
Because I’m not meant to know
Because I’m not meant to believe
Who are these souls trapped
Within such fragile bonds?
The flowers will not answer
James Apr 2020
The rain pounding outside my window
The gods’ righteous anger manifested
Lightning and thunder, their weapons
And I, the victim bested

If I run naked into the storm,
and let the torrent strip me bare,
will the neighbors think I’ve gone mad?
Or will they even care?
James Apr 2020
Steps and laughter downstairs
A fraternity in its usual chaos
You crawled in through the window
To indulge in his hidden desires

A friendly greeting before the sin is committed
A mattress on the floor, blankets in swirls
Sit on the edge as he beckons you over
The black night, the sole witness

He’s cold despite the warmth of his touch
His dark eyes shine with a sense of discontent
He holds you softly, but it’s never enough
For you to feel loved, nor for him to love himself

Not a word was spoken, an unceremonious ******
No reciprocation, no lingering emotion
The loathing wafts through the air like steam
As he fixates on the disheveled ground

Retrieve your sweater from below
Go reconnect with your old friend, the night
Out the window from whence you came
He won’t even watch you leave
James Apr 2020
The bath I drew, artificially pink
From the indulgent purchase I made
My naked body submerged in warmth
Into my mind I shall wade

I study my physical being
Every peak, cliff, and canyon
Sensation erupts from within
A lone soldier stands at attention

My mind wanders to lovers lost
The temptation reaches a fever
Hard breaths, an inner heat
Hold on tight as I pull the lever

My back arches, my toes curl
A wet gasp, then a quiet scream
My head dizzy in the aftermath
As I glance at what I now must clean

— The End —