Something nasty
to get the juices flowing
Something rotten and wrong
a little crush
harmless imagined
nobody damaged
nobody the wiser for my rush
a little weaker
a little set back
locked up in this room
fetch me a rag
bleach in a bottle
fetch me a dust pan and broom
I can’t seem to be at midnight
the night’s evidence I flush
stretching the hour a little longer
avoiding all thoughts
of my crush
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