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An Obsidian

I was Obsidian
A pitch-black Oblivion

"I'd grab you like this" -
And I was tugged by the belt buckle
His hands wandered to places he's been near before
But it was when he brushed my sternum that I shook the most

 "..."
My mouth opened
 " - "
And when it closed his close-shaven head turned away
"You wouldn't like that though, would you?"

no
 not really

Then we wept
The whole time refusing to look me in the eyes
In my stupid fucking crying eyes