Quiver

So, I fucked him again
I awake yet another morning
to his face in mine
He is grinning, wide-eyed
I scowl
get out of bed
throw my robe around me
stumble to the bathroom,
stare at myself in the mirror
as I brush my teeth
listen to my brain scream at me
"You fool, you did it again!"
But I
battle with myself
But I
lose track of myself
somewhere
between my burgundy sheets
and a hand on my thigh
I cower under the voice,
spit the toothpaste into the sink
walk back to my room
contemplating how to quickly
get him out of my bed.