this
empty bed and
the shit loads of dust that keeps covering my stuff
no matter how many times i clean and clean
and clean
before growing bored and desperate
opening a beer that turns into two
beers that turns into
four
while listening to the useless cokehead
next door
talk talk talk for twelve hours straight without saying a single fucking word
of merit or
meaning
this bed
it’s the one you used to sleep in while i was at work
the one you would cry upon
and the same one i would suck your tits on while you stroked me off
until i kicked my feet and came
or passed out
because of too much wine
oh those beautiful
beautiful
times
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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