I Was a Boyfriend, I Was a Boyfriend

I thought about all the times I felt unsafe in cars with men and didn't speak up. And why it took me so long to notice my own emotional terror, let alone find the right words to express it. The next few months passed by in a haze of opioids in a box room in my parents' small Welsh cottage. There was nothing else to do but masturbate at half speed, nap and well on the past. She read all of his dark materials and hallucinated polar bears in the mornings. It was a long, lonely time, incubated in her own imagination.