Lost At Sea
Water Bottle
It’s misty in my water bottle
String at the end of my bed sheet caresses the back of
My hand.
Feels like a bug
Crawling
Up and away
A flea, perhaps
Ticks, maybe
Waiting to bite and
Disease me
Cause rash and
High fever
In my bed
Other things could do the same
Nighttime meetings and
Animalistic happenings
Without cover
Without fail
Cold without my cover
Don’t want to experience what it’s like
The cold atmosphere of nighttime wanderings
Sometimes, I like being a virgin
Misogynic man-friends got nothing on me
And my undisputed purity.
Who will seek to ruin it?
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