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.