The Trucker I’ve never done this before, sex with a stranger, a one-night stand; who am I right now? At that moment, I heard his truck in my driveway. I’m trying to stay calm, but he’s fine, and right now, all mine. He calls me again and asks me to come to his truck. I put my shoes on and head out. I’ve ALWAYS wanted to see what’s inside anyway. He met me at the truck door, explained how to get in, and held me as I climbed the stairs. Now I’m in, the truck vibrating, the seats bobbing up and down, and the music just right. He hops into the driver’s seat and says, “Well, this is it.” Then he goes to the back and sits on the bed. “So, how do you get on the top bunk,” I asked. He stands up, pushes a button and a small ladder unfolds. He’s got pillows and blankets to make it look like a daybed. I giggled and told him it was cute. Then he grabbed my hips, pulled me towards him, and kissed me. I felt like the ...
I Hate You Stabbing shooting pain erupts from my spirit as your mouth spits lies as well-meaning truth Hatred rushes over me It overcomes me to the point where I have no breaking point If I could just…NO! But, I could just…NO! What if I…NO! Questions my subconscious debates with itself contemplating how to “finish him” in this game of life Peace and calm come to me like a giant wave from a tsunami You should worry You SHOULD be worried as I smile and hug and smell your funk For poetry like this and more, click the link below CDMaddbooks
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