There’s a roar in your ears.

I write about fear a lot. But the biggest fear that looms is invisible. It's non-violent. she fucks me verbally. I’m in you, I’m on you, and my hand is at you wolves. my fantasies, I am forcing them out of you. my body on top of you, your wrists held down rigid above your head. “How should I have you?” Images flash. There’s a roar in your ears. You can’t breathe!

You say nothing, moment of vacuum. So we’ll dress you up, in public.

Do you trust me?

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