You are a danger sign, a windy mountain road with no guard rail. You are unprotected sex with a stranger. You are the stranger. You are the man in glasses under a street light, watching me unlock the door. You are the door. I can’t break you, no matter how hard I knock. You refuse to hear me knock. You are a detached shadow. You are a sudden chill. I can’t explain what I fear. You are the fear.
published in Scuzzbucket
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