The rest of the week I’m hollow a silhouette going through motions But Wednesday creeps in like frost on glass and suddenly every nerve remembers you Your braids hanging heavy, black as final sentences Your skin so pale it steals the light from the room small breasts outlined under thin dark cotton that ass – curved, unapproachable, made for silent worship Your eyes never blink when they cut Wednesday you ruin me every fucking Wednesday you ruin me your body a locked vault of winter breasts I’ll never cradle ass I’ll never trace with shaking hands your cold the only fire that still burns Wednesday you ruin me and I let you every goddamn Wednesday I let you The hours stretch thin I walk through daylight pretending not to feel it but inside it’s already Wednesday again your absence louder than any scream I imagine the exact temperature of your skin cool enough to make fingers numb the way your small breasts would fit perfectly in silence the impossible weight of that pale ass if it ever pressed down just once just to end me Wednesday you ruin me every fucking Wednesday you ruin me deeper this time, slower this time breasts like pale accusations ass like judgment carved in snow your cold sinking into bone Wednesday you ruin me and I thank you now every goddamn Wednesday I thank you And still the clock turns relentless, merciless, just like you another Wednesday stacking on the last the hunger sharper, the shame thicker Once, in the quiet between pulses I let your forbidden name slip out Vénus Wednesday you ruin me every fucking Wednesday you ruin me Wednesday you ruin me and I’m already gone every goddamn Wednesday I’m already gone Wednesday you ruin me every fucking Wednesday you ruin me Wednesday you ruin me and I’m already gone every goddamn Wednesday I’m already gone every fucking Wednesday you ruin me every fucking Wednesday you ruin me every fucking Wednesday you ruin me
