There was a woman

And a woman

inside this room

Now that I'm in it

It is nothing romantic as

When I was spying

I still remember 

When

I pulled the tissue holder

Hard

And the screw fell out

Must've when I looked away

But they stopped 

Like wild deers

Such a small sound

And they could hear it 

While doing the big act

I tried looking for it

And the woman with the red hair 

Peered outside the door 

To find me on the floor

Why now I ask

When did it decide to fall out

And why

It is not a chore to just stay there

Why must you fall out too

There is nothing for you

You silver thing 

Still

I waited for it to be found

Alongside my looking

She stares at me

You are a murderer she says

While the other woman

Rushes to get her robe on

As her breasts fall into place 

Hung like a wet towel

In place of their comtempt

And the lost screw

I found a dead lizard

A leaf

And a lost pen.

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