the silent protest

He pressed firm

and I, silent, protested

he pressed again

and I, helpless, let out a breath

he pressed one more time

and I, faint now, suffocated into a pillow

and now, awake and sober, or so I thought

he whispered “I’m sorry”

and I, defeated, said “I don’t mind”


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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