That bed was more than just a bed to her. In her head it was more than just giving head … but more like just a band. You know where songs & games were played, not anyhow with rubber band but with rubber. Most nights, it was touchdown as he touched her down … down south & she played it down. In her head the bed was a haven, where memories were made. A heaven where babies were made, just no one knew one day it would all cascade …

All the still years and she dint even know whether she loved him. After all the tears and she still dint even know whether she loathed him. Well, his T-shirt is what she loved. Long, short or tight always fit well for the night and made her feel secure. She loved him in Shirts and shorts too, he dint know love well but craved her in two things, short skirts and at night in his T-shirt. It made him feel brave and pure ….

What she hated was that shit he constantly repeated, cheating on her. What she debated was those sheets she consistently changed. The downside, burn them up or let the feelings burn inside? See like Chingy, every time she tried to leave something kept holding her back and he said she was clingy. See like Ashanti, every time she got the strength to leave the house, he always told her that she was his need. Felt like, home turned into a shanty.

So it’s hard to let go of the years, so she’s mad she let the tears flow. So it’s harder to pack her bags and leave, so he heard her cry in the back of the room, saw her eye bags & he fears … that he had her in that same room but she gonna leave using that sane route. She decides, that one day is no day but today to be precise. She can’t leave because that cunt will take over her bed! Instead she will just make him leave, the homestead will & must breathe …

She regrets that the marriage was speedy, she bets they were needy. Till death do us part, now she would die to be apart. It will be long processing a divorce, but it’s a process she devotes all her longing. So he is moving out, she is moving on. You see, like Usher it’s like moving mountains. She is certain she will usher the new beginning. The love-making was great not demeaning but there lies a greater meaning after such heart breaking! You see, one more speedy thing she doesn’t wanna be dependent on his shit, his bed, sheets and nets!! no more. Miss independent got it on speed dial, she’s calling Barnett’s  …

19 thoughts on “BED

  1. Nice and easy flow just as i excpect of anyixbaby… really good read. lots of shit goes down within that small space called the bed…a compression of life and death in its totality🙂

  2. Thanx Saliva, Wyndago yes you can🙂 Reakt, merci beaucoup, @ Willpress, yeah its amazing how just around the bed a lot of shit be gong down, you get so attached it takes so much to leave 😦

  3. I Used 2b That Girl..stuck Between Leaving N All The Investment! And Like Jessica Mauboy..i Keep Coming Back..*sigh* Great Writing Gal!m Readin All Your Posts Now!

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