YOUR BODY YOUR CHOICE

The music was loud enough to silence responsibility.
You do not remember much. You remember wanting to feel wanted.

The morning is quieter. You can hear the weight of responsibility ringing in your mind.
His apartment smells like old beer and unwashed sheets.
He is asleep beside you, breathing slow and deep, blissfully ignorant of the weight of his choices.
You shove your bra in your purse, pull your shirt over your head, and get up to leave.
You hesitate at the door.
You check your phone and see a text from the night before. You can only assume it is from the man in the bed.

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