I Burst His Waterbed with My Toenail
Another one night stand it’s the dust

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.
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❤️



Comments (1)
I guess accidents happen in some peculiar ways if this is real. Good job.