Tiny Thread

By Daisy Dai

You finish and
release blissfully,
while I arrive at

rock bottom, remaining
remorsefully broken,
while you roll

over blindly, and
start snoring,
while I stay
Silently still,
rapidly breathing,
silently swearing,

to never be,
just another,
tiny thread,
in someones,
steady string,
of one night stands.