Poetry

THE STORY IN MY HEAD (II) By Emmiasky Ojex

Written by Editor

I look down and I don’t recognize myself
I tried to push my legs to go faster
but I guess theirs was faster than mine

Pushed to the wall of a filthy building
All I heard was ripples
I knew I’ve been caught

I could not register what was happening again
Grunts, painful moans of pleasure
Their hormones was saying yes, mine said no

After getting satisfied, they push and go
But I’m left to pick the pieces, they left with one thing
and that was my pride

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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