I walk home from the train station,
with a concoction of his cologne and cigarette smoke coated breath surrounding me.
Even the strong floral scent of Pleasures Intense doesn’t drown it,
or the haunting feeling of satisfaction and shame.
I can feel his rugged hands grasping my waist,
and his raspy breath around me.
The black cashmere scarf sticks to my sweaty neck.


I move my hands through my tangled hair and enter the house.
I hope Jacques doesn’t notice my missing hair tie.