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Jun 2014
I can’t believe this has happened to me
Chosen to stay in a room full of male ecstasy
Dreaming of these men loving me
My hands are always white
and stick to my chest where they lay their head
On my own in a room of male ******
Can’t decide if I’m filled with addiction or maybe just exhibition

These pictures on my TV excite me
I hold my hands together on my body part of a snake
Shake it harder until it chokes and brings me to submission
Groaning out the frustrations of loneliness
Too scared to interact with social autonomy
Maybe I’ll just be history

I’m in the pitch dark
Throbbing and *******
I can’t say what these men mean to me
In a room full of male *******
I can’t believe I did this to myself
Stuck in ******* hell
Written by
Braulio Romero  chicago
(chicago)   
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