Midnight Shower

I spit in my hand and close my eyes,

every part of her body is imprinted

into the back of my eyelids.

 

 

I don’t know her name—

she only walked by.

I invite her in;

she wastes no time with formalities.

She lies down on the bed in full view.

I lie next to her,

I feel her hand slide down

to my crotch.

 

 

A moment of ecstasy.

My eyes open

to the reality of loneliness.

 

Devin Beach is a creative writing major in his Junior year at Western Kentucky University. He has yet to be published so has nothing more to say about himself that is important.

 

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