Nothing More Than A Passing Thought

smoking a cigarette

naked and alone

wide awake at three am

lying in the silence of my bed

screaming voices in my head

stone cold, frozen

feeling naught

stuck

in a moment

chastising

everything in existence

notably myself

I allowed him passage

within

caught up in the whirlwind of lust

he took control

hard

fast

over

goodbye

perched on the toilet

for as long as it was going to take

to pee out

him

his taste

his smell

his experience

I wipe away

our relations that

were never meant to amount to

anything more

than this thought