My heart is a choir of fuck yes
The truth is, the need now outweighs the fear. The truth is, the worst mistake of my life, I don’t regret. That night at the bar, his lap, his firm grip on my hips, the first time he called me HIS good girl; it was magical.
My need unfolded herself, spread her wings, expanded her chest-readied; but she only got to fly when he uncupped his hands. Truth is, that was enough then, you know? That was enough then.
Now, I am the muddy aftermath in the wake of his absence.
Collateral damage smearing her hands down my face, maniacally ranting about how you can’t go around fucking girls like me, the way you fucked me, and then tell them to not fall in love.
Do you know how hard it is to live in this body, with this bloody battle ground of a mind I carry?
Of course you don’t. We are on opposite ends of the food chain.
The truth is, I crave the silence your violence gifted me, lover. I need to lick your spit from my lips and swallow you down. I desire to drown in my devotion to your pleasure.
I was your good girl, remember?
Perhaps, a small part of me always will be. Even though refusing to no longer be a slave to the back of your head means good bye, lover.
The truth is, you will never be forgotten. Your face seared into my retinas, your hands once gripped salaciously tight around my throat, now embedded in my deepest animalistic parts.
Treading your treachery is no longer an option. So I begrudginly move forward, carrying this two ton heart over my shoulder.
Another lifetime perhaps, my God, I can be found at the holy pulpit of your feet, my heart, a choir of FUCK YES.
Susan M. Conway
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