Disclaimer for the Slut

I wrote this shorty after the first poetry majig I went to. If you don't like very forward and honest shizz, then I really don't know what to tell you.



Slut

Her speech was slurred,
Her vision blurred.
Her nails dug in their skin.
She loved the bitter taste of sin.
She fucked to feel like she was worth it,
She fucked to feel like someone cared.
This sex addiction was overbearing,
When the last four fucks were sitting near
The hookah puffing away
On flavored tobacco

While the smoke rings suspended in the air,
She knew what she was.
It whispered like a snake in her ear,
"Sssslut..."