Clothed Unclothed

Clothed; unclothed lay the body on the floor,
Through my blurred vision I saw her roar,
Scream, cry and shout:
But I remained untouched in and out.

My drunken haze was still hanging low;
My senses had become shallow-
I thrust into her again and again
Totally ignorant of the pain.

When it was all over and done,
I zipped up my pants: ready to run-
Till I gazed at her for one last time:
That's when I lost my mind.

Unclothed lay the body in a pool of blood;
Still, mutilated and shattered.
Such stark nakedness I had never seen-
It made me giddy, it made me lean.

Unclothed; clothed lay the body now:
Tried to wipe out the nakedness somehow.
But even now when I walk through lonely nights,
The naked truth comes back and kills me twice.

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