This is where I slept friday night,
after the underground rave.
as dirty as it gets. coming down.
so terribly cold, I was soaking wet in goosebumps.
chills rattled my bones with the violence of wind.
Another instance, where I could not look at his face.
There was no pleasure. and I felt sick the next day-
when his nose was running, and green slime collected in the corners of his eyes.
why why why did I let him take off the condom.
why was I there in the first place.
why am I so afraid to say no.
so easily manipulated.
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