Is this all a Fantasy

the hours spent in a cube

trying to chew a way out 

Cram packed in corrugated cardboard roles

sucking recycled breath for air

sick of life

Sideways glances and hush tones 

as I am called into the windowless room

her sour slurred words

kick start my heart

into beating on its own again

it has not done that since 

that late afternoon 

in the back stairwell

when i raised my skirt 

as you bent down before me

I hear their whispers

echo as I am escorted out 

promiscuous

My thighs are still slick 

as I walk off the edge

ecstatic

as at last I am

sexy and I know it

*NaPoWriMo prompt to use the 5 songs from a playlist at random