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A Bird in the Hand…

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It started so slowly I didn’t see it coming until I was lying under the man not even considering escape.

At first, it was an innuendo as we battled. That evolved into unnecessary contact during fights that had me flushed with what I wrongfully thought was fury. Next, an obvious grope and the statement, “You’re my little bird, every single inch of you, never forget it.”

I’m staring up at him now and when I reach for the mask he says, “Do that and you’re mine forever.”

I toss it and my past aside… I was looking forward to the change.