Once on top of the pile
Now, beneath several layers
The blue t-shirt clumsily lies
Wanting to dodge her questioning stares.
The look of lament in her brownish eyes
Dates back to the dark dreadful night
Feelings and pleasure traded through barter
Followed by a journey of disgust and fright.
His swift hands moved up and down
Lips were in constant motion
Playing a game she was clueless about
Discreetly, without any word of caution.
Moments of passion followed by apathy
She lay confused in the hall of shame
Deeply regretting her bad judgment
For she succumbed to the wild, ignoring the tame.
Moving on is easier said than done
She patiently waits for the day to arrive
Walking down the road in the same blue t-shirt
A fresh start post quitting the traumatic hive.
