The woman with the unpronounceable name

Anonymous

A heavy air seeps through the window carrying cries of night from the jungle. A mosquito net droops over the bed. The woman with the unpronounceable name sobs. She can’t hide in the moonlit room. She weeps for another man, but doesn’t resist a kiss from the one she’s with. His lips feel dry pressing against her wet cheek. He smells different. His eyes are darker. Skin scarred. Without a word she kisses him back.

He’ll do.