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Whenever you kiss your new girlfriend you want to throw up.
Your stomach drops and your heart starts pounding in your chest and no, no, no, no.
Quickly you pull away. Some excuse about your bro catching you. You tell her to go home.
She’s faceless to you.
Fuck what’s her name again?
Your heart is loud in your ears.
You run to the bathroom when you hear the door slam.
Your name is Dave Strider and you figure it out after you’re done heaving.
The taste of her chapstick.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You make yourself a cup of coffee to drown out the taste.
But your tongue is all wrong. You burn your mouth.
The smell makes you nauseous.
You throw up again.
You can taste her.
Who?
Your name is-
How old are you?
You flip off all the lights in the apartment, panting and gasping and bro isn’t home thank god he wouldn’t understand you’d have to pretend you’re trying you’re trying to calm down and-
you trip over something and start screaming.
Curled up on the floor you can’t hear anything over the sound of your breath and then you can hear something else but can you hear it? Can you, you don’t-
Shaking shaking shaking.
“What’s the date, Davey?”
“Davey you’re so stupid.”
“Davey do you know how to kiss?”
You’re 4 years old.
No you’re 5.
No you’re 6.
No you’re 13.
No you’re 15. And you’re safe.
You’re safe you’re safe you’re safe.
Your name is Davey and you’re not convinced.