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He looks at you the way you subconsciously have always wanted him to, the way he has in one, two, three or seven dreams.

You look at me and it’s something reminiscent of meteorites. There’s a swelling in my chest, a heady fire mixing in my veins.

I began to lose fingers from the frostbite in beds I should have never crawled into. My lips cracked from from kissing mouths that would never say my name.

I’d give anything to go back to that night you and I shared only with two bottles of wine and Christmas lights.

Just because you don’t remember your assault doesn’t mean you weren’t assaulted.

I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker, its potency too much for my overworking heart and overthinking mind.

I never feel hurt or used by you. I don’t stop replying to your texts. You never meet her months later.

Theodore (Ted) Robert Bundy confessed to killing 36 women across several states, starting in Washington and moving east to Utah, Colorado, and closer to his demise to Florida from 1974-1978. The exact number of his victims is unknown. In a memoir written by one of his defenders, John Henry Browne, he recalls a time Bundy disclosed to him that the number of his victims was somewhere near 100.