Linger
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emmanicoleIn hell we talk in our slam poetry voice
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Nothing good ever happens past 2 am.

Linger

by emmanicole

The scent of his cologne burns my eyes as we dance. There's a lingering feeling of his hands on my neck.

I can here her the phantom words of 'no' and 'stop' as I stood there with his words burning my in my ear, down my neck and across my back.

His breath smells like the booze he's been feeding me all night, and according to his fake ID he is 25.

He's asking me questions that I don't want to answer.

'No' I say. 'Oh' he responds like I've disappointed him.

His hands are no longer on me but the feeling burns. I think about where his hands have been and who they have been in.

I take a shower, I scrub and I scrub but the feeling is still there; I cannot forget where his hands have been.

He slips his hands through the loop in my belt as we dance.

He tells me he'll take care of me when I get drunk and he won't pull that sleazy shit on me like he would normally do with other girls.

But in that moment all I could think about was how my eyes were burning.

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2 months agoReply
That little voice in the back of your head whispering no is the best friend you could ever have it will also whisper yes when it is the right time and for the right reasons just keep listoning to that voice and you won't go to far wrong A great peice by the way