By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 7 October 1999

She Shouldn't be Here

The legs entwined
   six to count.
Two too many.
   Why am I here?
I don't want to be here,
   this isn't me.
Who's hand is that...
   Touching me?
What am I doing?
Is HE worth this?

I want to go home.
I want her...
   to get off of me.
I want her...
   to get off of him.
He wants her...
   only to fuck.
He wants her...
   only as a trophy.
He wants me...
   only as his.
He wants me...
I want him...
I want "us" ... to end.