Thorns

A pattern of dark days
and lonely nights.
A friendly bartender.
The never ending glass of wine.
The tab?
Taken care of,
he answered with a wink.
A dirty couch.
The nondescript hotel room.
One man?
Two?
A hazy trip home.
The darkness.
The headache.
The nausea.
Self doubt.
Whether she was forced
or unconsciously acquiesced
is a matter of semantics.
A rose is a rose,
and all roses have thorns.

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