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I Burst His Waterbed with My Toenail

Another one night stand it’s the dust

By Marie381Uk Published 11 months ago 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025

I Burst His Waterbed with My Toenail

I burst his waterbed with my toenail,

A tiny rip, a silent wail.

A single drop, of water then two, then more,

Until the flood reached out the door.

The sheets grew heavy,

cold, and heavy as a brick.

He woke up fast, I felt so sick.

He woke up ready for a fight,

Him Shouting curses filled the night,

As waves rolled left and then to right.

Although to him, it wasn’t funny,

He shoved me out and said, Goodbye, honey

Did I miss hear him what he said ?

was it send my repair money for my bed ?

Or was it just, my imagination

I cried laughing though at bus station lol

No more one night stands for me not Ever.

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About the Creator

Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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  • Mark Graham11 months ago

    I guess accidents happen in some peculiar ways if this is real. Good job.

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