Maybe it was because my thighs
were already burning from my uphill run.
Maybe it was because sweat was already trickling down my spine and
pooling at the curve of my lower back.
But suddenly I realized how long it had been since I had let someone get
under my skin. Let someone make me squirm. Make me mad. Make me writhe. Make me crazy. Make me like having my hair
pulled. Suddenly I realized how much I
missed letting someone get under me.
.
About Me
- Molly Shea
- Molly Shea is a nonfiction writer and a recreational poet in New York City. Her memoir-in-progress Love You, Mean It tells the story of how growing up in a dysfunctional matriarchal family in Southwestern Wisconsin ultimately affected her adult life. It is a story about love in the context of rape, abuse, alcohol, and hope. Molly would like to live and love happily ever after. Molly holds a Masters from The New School.
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