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(b)

By Sara Published 10 months ago 1 min read
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i swallow

white pills

for breakfast

along with my

orange juice and

regret

because plan A

keep your hands to yourself

never works.

when the night

falls

and the voices

get louder

i need a strange man

to put his hands

around my waist

and whisper

in my ear

everything

i need to hear.

then i spit

in his mouth

and send him back home

and i turn on the TV

hoping that my skin

forgets

and the acid

in my belly

does not let life

live in me.

i am young

and stupid

just like i am

supposed to be.

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About the Creator

Sara

Don’t look for love.

Be love.

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  • Paul Stewart9 months ago

    Damn...you always get me on an emotional level and cerebral level. I am sure this is how it feels for many women nowadays, that's how I read it anyway. Being young, lost, female and not wanting kids, but wanting the other stuff, but not the men hanging around. Well done, as ever, Sara!

  • Manisha Dhalani10 months ago

    One tough pill to swallow. Well written!

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