thrust

Keeping down sustenance is a fight
my body is weak, even in the morning light
weary from laying in bed with a boy named Fright
who, never sleeping, shakes and shivers into me
all night.

As the boy I used to know would say,
"Love is a dirty trick,"
his words echoed as he thrust his dick
into whatever warmth would have him.

It's a tough thing, to be a whore
but what do I know, anymore.
All my knowledge sleeps behind
champagne screams.