Blood

When the man who nurtured you as a child touches you like a man does a women…
It makes you break apart. 
You question ever being together in the first place. 

Because between then and now what you knew and what is, can no longer exist in the same body.

You are suppose to be able to trust those that belong to your blood.

-There is nothing I hold in contempt more, than my own blood. 

And the things I once rationalized and reasoned in my head…

Well, I know nothing of blood.

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