Howl for Justice
I hold his gaze and it is an unbearable connection, unbearable and sweet and sharp and beautiful, and the sweet edge of it, the unbearable sweet edge is a wound, is a wound I don’t want, don’t want but want, don’t want but want but want.
I hold his gaze and I let him know I see it, let him know I see it. I hold his gaze, and I see, and I see, and I know, and I know.
My words don’t mean what I want, don’t mean what I expect, don’t mean what I need them to, need them to. “You have a lot of experience with this kind of thing?”
The way he watches me, the way he watches me and doesn’t answer, doesn’t answer is more than I expect, more than I think, more than I can stand.
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