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Small Room

It's only a small room

Where he sits alone all night.

Can't really see out the windows

Cos the darkness reflects all the light.

He sighs.

Wants to go home.

Sits doom-scrolling, looking at women

On His

Phone.

Sighs again, rubs the back of his shaven head

And

Frowns.

Do they think he's a freak?

Because, now they never speak

He, the 'sluts', the 'fucking pussy'.

Do they think of him positively?

Is he still a fantasy?

After satisfying his...Erection...

What do they think about that?

Do they think he's a twat?

He shifts his seat in his chair.

Reassures himself, doesn't matter anyway.

They're just holes

And toes

And tits

And ass

And he likes really pulling their hair...

Likes putting his big weight on their naked chests,

Make them lose their breath

Knowing they cannot breathe.

Deep in their holes

After deep-throating their toes

And worshipping at their feet.

All these memories.

The good.

The bad.

The ugly.

Trapped in that small room all his life.

Where he can't see out because

The darkness reflects the light.


 
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