Then he argued the ambiguity of
"Normal" and begged the worldthe secret of who defines it.
Could it be him?
We are normal in our abnormal world,
he assures her.
He pulls her in and kisses fiercely
for only a moment.
The version that suits him.
Her quivering body replies with compliance
shoved under his swimming lips.
Nothing making sense, though
There is little to understand just yet.
Uncertainty spends the night,
Chasing logic away from her thoughts
Until swirling words overflow her mind
And clarity becomes an illusion.
We are the ambiguity, she mutters
as frustration coats her worn pillow.
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