Helene Deluca

Helene Deluca We were both thirteen, but
when they caught us they all
blamed Charlie and told me
he forced himself on me.
And so I wouldn’t get
in trouble, I agreed.
That was how I learned that
sex was bad and I could
never let it be found
out that I liked it. So
I spent years taking it
secretly, with strangers
in bars and offices
and shops. Until one night,
I picked the wrong man, and
he sent me to this place.

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