No.


One night.
No.
One bottle .
No.
One handful of little, white tablets.
No.
That one fucker wouldn’t take no ends the world of just one, sleeping girl.
No.
I say ENDS because that naive girl is wide awake all hours of the night.
No.
Asking herself…
“What did I do to make him do this to me?”
“To take from me?”
No.
Did I wear the wrong thing?
No.
Did I say something?
No.
Did the pills and booze muffle my permission?
NO.
This girl spends her time thinking...mostly about No.
Is it her fault?
No.
Did she do something?
No.
Who knew that a tiny, two letter word could mean so much
But ignored so often
No…

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