I tried
Oh
How I have
tried
Doggedly
digging for treasure
Pages turned
one after the other
Still not a
single one turned down in delight
Left him
exposed
face down
and open
in that vulnerable spot next
to the
commode
But it just
feels empty shite to me
A voiceless
voice fueled by
drunkenness
and misogyny
I hunt
desperate
maybe too
desperate
to find what
others rave on
In a last
ditch
I take to
sleeping with him
Call him
Chuck
but still
only find empty air
when I reach
for him
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