morningafter.

This transparent venom, tracing through

My veins, fogging this hazed and dazed

Memory of lust.

Suppressing my every desire of saying no,

Kissed to hush the tones of disagreement.

Touched in places of silence.

My mind screaming no, but body reflecting

Every version of yes.

Entangled beneath these moans, thrusting

Beneath the sheets.

Nothing seen beneath this film

Of darkness.

empty bottles of vodka, last night you were the problem. 

so when is everything going to slow down…