What You Don’t Know

Silence and neglect, formalities and chit chat…

An escape into a different world, loud and desperate, foul and deprived, as revenge…

Men rub against me, grope me, try to enter me, some I allow, others shout names and move on, I feel like I just bathed in filth.

It is my revenge against your silence, against your business, against your can’t be bothered, against your too tired to talk to you but watch Netflix for hours.

I would never tell you, and I would never want you to know. Even though, we both knew, on day one…

What you don’t know can only hurt me.

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