Water knows Best

She bends her head to turn your neck. She bows before the less words said.
She knows the room number to your heart but they don’t make keys to open the locked up masters of men.
Swivel, drivel, jab step to the plexus. She mastered men but her heart won’t set her free. She serves three gods who kill her lovers with religious guilt. Butter wouldn’t melt on the little Petal’s tongue. Water knows best so she just stays there. Waiting to die again.
She says living is easy, just let her die where her tears won’t be as long as lonely. Let that Water drink her up. Water knows best.





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