the rapist

I’m seeing someone.
She knows a lot about me,
more than I know myself.
I’m finding out how hard it is
to give honesty, such a lonely word.
It really does wring your tears out.
But there are more where those came from
in these scenes of absolution, validation, and condemnation.

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