A Self-gratification

she left her for good
but he manages to stay
and keep himself
sane,

he sits naked on the stair
caresses the loneliness of his flesh
and squirts his substance on the floor

at least he did not spit on her.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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