I used to work at a car part store
taught me a lot
During car rides to the spot
i would sit in silence, become one with the car
feeling the way the car shook when trying to accelerate
brakes squeaked and sounded rusty
trying to figure out how to fix their car
not knowing how to fix myself
Do I really wanna do
this ?
i'll give in
satisfy his expectations
fill the wonder of what its like
wet, warm, tight
a home for him
suck the soul out of him to fill the hole in my heart
pleasure him for thirty minutes
i'll do it
just promise to fill the whole in my heart
slowly now
I gasp
The deal is on
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Author:
chelle west (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In times of feeling alone or like I was missing something I often turned to sex. As a woman, to others this is seen as wrong. To a certain extent I believe it is, but it was my way of dealing with my sadness, same way others turn to a cig or a needle. it was my drug.
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Comments2
I guess people have been doing that for eons . Trying to fill the void inside . But like most fixes the fix is only momentary and soon the void aches again and another fix is needed . What is really needed is a permanent remake with soul lasting relief .
That was pretty good. It made me think of someone I know.
With more sympathy than I often manage.
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