4am monotony (Soiled Pillow Talk)

The bitterness of one night stands,

That void filled with strangers' hands.

Eye lashes flutter over stained bed sheets,

As familiar scenes are relived, and they weep.

 

Memories that sleep quietly on my skin,

As a new presence is welcomed in.

Varying shades of soul invite wandering lips,

As tired eyes hide under welcoming hips.

 

This is the anthem of soiled pillow talk,

Moments spent in bed, chastity not on lock.

A routine founded on naivety in momentary comfort,

One soured at the moment of departure.

 

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