What I Learned on My Knees in Damián’s Workshop
I caught him masturbating alone and should have run out in shame. Instead I stayed, barefoot before him, waiting for him to tell me what to do with my body.
I caught him masturbating alone and should have run out in shame. Instead I stayed, barefoot before him, waiting for him to tell me what to do with my body.
I pulled my pants down thinking no one could see me. When I stumbled and fell into the sand, two pairs of eyes were already watching me with a smile that promised nothing good.
She walked through the empty classrooms with a folder under her arm and a steel ruler in her hand, not imagining that three bullies would learn to fear the sound of metal that night.