Some more writing for FAWM15. Draft musings that I thought I’d publish.
50 Shades of Ken
He cuts a figure
the shape of “O”
All hulked and hunched up
He’s feeling low.
She will not touch him.
He knows not why.
Been reaching for her
but she’s out tonight.
Shrugs off the covers
picks up a pen
torn scraps of paper
become a gem.
She wants attention
it cannot be.
The words are flowing
and he’s out to sea.
His phone is buzzing
His eyes aglow
New friends and faces.
Starts saying “no.”
She sits in waiting
For him to call
All slight and smoking
Staring at the wall.
He carries himself now
there’s no more need
All proud and puffed up
Alone but freed.
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