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4d
Lying in a bed with him
Where he told me how much he wants me
While I longed to hear the word only lovers hold the right to speak
I was his altar every night but only for the *** part

his voice low as he whispered his secret into my ear
While his hand was my pillow
he ran his fingers through my hairs
I lay there wide awake hoping to know him

I felt like my oxygen was being taken away
It is the only way to put it into words
he slept by my side while
Someone else possessed him in dreams
This is Scene 3 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
Written by
Messier Plath
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