I can no longer afford the dental floss entwining him and me.
Freedom means releasing our noose.
I run from his arms to the thighs of a stranger.
Embracing the novelty and the anonymity and the enormity.
Don't seek to know me. Don't ask the simple questions.
Seek to swim my inner rivers without map or moral rose compass.
Drown.
If you seek liberation from your binds as well,
Come to me but do not look to me as sweet syrup haven or couple therapy.
I am the mossless boulder, you always imagined you pushed.
Sweat and struggle.
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