the rebel writhes

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.”


Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance

 

self imposed insomnia and the chemical intoxication of sleep deprivation

she’s a clever little catastrophe chasing highs and unconditional flattery

the rebel writhes as nile length legs snake through Egyptian cotton sheets

 lips still wet from sipping on hundred proof brown liquor and sucking on ice

the truth is she isn’t yours, but she isn’t his, or his either

she tastes like rules broken and guarded hearts invaded

just     for     the     hell      of       it

murmur’s “no one” softly as she settles into the drunken bliss of sleep

perfectly happy to slumber by herself

because in the dirty war of temptation and resistance

the rebel writhes and the rebel wins

a. duncan, 2017

 

 

 

 

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