That Night

The first question was, “Did you deserve it?”

Speckled lights. Tri-color strobe. Hand gently gliding down my ass.

I fell asleep. What happened next? My mind begs me to quit.

My initial “yes” became blurred with every sip.

A full bottle of Champagne poured into my glass.

My first question was, “Did you deserve it?”

No condom, No lube but still the perfect fit.

The fresh pain from wiping blood into the trash

I fell asleep. What happened next? My mind begs me to quit.

I begin to put it together bit by bit.

Acceptance is Key. This is me. My past.

Their First question was, “Did you deserve it?”

I still can feel your teeth inside of my lip.

I thought my beauty was able to pass

I fell asleep. What happened next? My mind begs me to quit.

I slowly break down. But I must simply admit

I can’t remember anything. Memories; fragile like glass

The first question was, “Did you deserve it?”

I fall asleep. What happened next? My mind begins to quit.