the knowing

when your hands trailed my back as if to brand me,

when my head swung back,

you must have known that I was not interested,

you must have known that my lack of clothing was not an excuse,

an excuse for you to reach out,

to touch,

to feel,

to breathe,

you must have felt the anger that poured from my fingertips

you must have known

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