*Hi there! This is my first post on here. I started posting my writing on Twitter but the format was a bit too restrictive for how I wanted my writing to be read. I would love any tips/comments. I only ask that you be nice about it. Thanks. ~ June*
**Her**
(Warnings: angst, post-break up, implied male masturbation)
The phone call was over, he realized. Had been. For hours maybe. Who knows? He didn’t. But it didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. He didn’t *need* her. Didn’t need her. Didn’t need her.
He. Didn’t. Need. Her. Her. Her. *Her….*
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Yet when he laid alone at night,
frigid sheets caressing his skin,
trembling hands clenched around himself,
thighs stained with liquid shame,
eyes burning with tears,
the name he cried out until he was hoarse…
Was hers.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i9tw4s/her_very_short_storypoem