void.

after she managed to fuck all of her close friends
she moved on to picking up strangers at the local bar.

she'd find courage after a couple shots of tequila
stumbling her way across the dimly lit bar
while cheesy R&B songs played in the background,
her eyes would settle on a unsuspecting lucky stranger

and we all know
it doesn't take much convincing
for a man to take a woman home.

and so it goes

night after night

of unfamiliar faces

the smell of booze and sex
clouding up her room
like familiar ghosts

she was trying to escape something
or trying to find anything
that would make her feel alive
or worthy
or perhaps it was just nothing
but the simple pleasure of fucking

bruises on her inner thighs, like badges of honor were just little reminders of tuesday night with so-and-so.

its just so easy to be so easy, see?
no one expects anything.
no conversation, no emotional revelations.

its just on your back
or on your knees
or skirt pulled up and against the wall
or on top and head in a dream

she explained this all to me
and i was jealous for a second
because she learned how to extract her heart out of it everything.

but i just could never get over how
lonely and vacant her eyes had become.

(to be continued)