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I am a sexual woman repressed. By what? By choice? A forced upbringing of abstinence and chastity? A course of bad experiences? An inability to feel another’s touch? A pure lack of wanting, feeling, being here in the moment, now, with you, to lose myself in another, to give up what it is to be alone on my own two feet arms crossed, a faltering grin of self imposed regularity to hide the question of sanity behind my eyelids under my tongue don’t come closer- I fear for you and of you. Let me pull the sheets over my face and pretend that nothing’s happening- imploding I crush inward on myself.

In the quiet of morning I am the only one who makes a sound.