Poetry by Melodie Yvonne

This piece is in the print collection Methlehem — available here

The Morning After Pill by Melodie Yvonne

I panic but fake calm while he lays stretched out on the bench
He slips away in front of me his eyes close inch by inch
You can rest, but you can’t sleep, you gotta stay awake
Not sure if I brought enough rags for how thick this red’s caked

Rust stains fall down to the floor and trail into the night
Gotta keep you conscious ain’t no time to fucking cry
We gotta get the fuck out ‘fore we’re spotted in this lot
Ain’t no way that I can save him if these fuckers call the cops

Cotton rounds soaked coppery fill up the grocery bag
Drugs and whiskey’s a quick Molotov to make it bad
And even though another chick started this nasty fight
Here I sit cleanin’ up shit another fucking night

I’d say I got thrown to the wolves, but I walked in myself
Ain’t no fucking way that anybody else would help
Or maybe I’m a fool and stupid is as stupid does
But nothin’ in the world feels quite as true as messy love 

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