Her name was careless, but not mistake.
Comfort was a one way exchange with her.
She'd blurt out dirty words and Golden ones with no sense of their meaning.
Like a child repeating a swear.
A recording, almost.
Expected of her?
In an Alien world, she thinks she passes for normal. But truth be told:
She doesn't care. It's what's expected.
For now she'll lie around
Hug limply and
Rock slowly without emotion,
Choosing T.V. over lust, even as it's happening. Warm trap, cold heart.
What the hell does she expect?

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