It's not that hot.
"Why are you wearing three layers? You're going to get heatstroke!!"
Silence.
"Is it a boob problem?!"
Chink.
Bullseye.
You've hit the correct target.
What do I say to that?
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
