With ears pressed against the hotel wall
Listening for a peep, screech, or howl
Accompanied by rhythmic rocking
To the heavy metal beat
Of him getting his
After giving her hers
When she bleeds, she bleeds fire
That he harnesses to craft words
On his blood stained pages
Of their night’s reminder.
Wrote this one night when I should have been sleeping. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.
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