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Jun 2016
I sit next to my lover on the train
It always happens on a train
There is a fat woman sitting across from us
She is our friend
Tells of her tragedy.
Says we are young.
We did not have a
"gain 75 pounds alone in your house" depression like her
Tells us of her husband who is sexting
My lover
He is an old greying biker man
met my lover through being friend of the family
Must have looked at the little 12 year old girl at the time
wanted to **** it.
Waited till she was ripe for the picking.
She sends him nudes, flirts
has never told me.
I ask if it is real
grab her phone.
She trys to hide it while admitting she wanted to try alcohaul
Or drugs.
He could buy them for her.
He was useful.
Had connections.
I burst out the back of the train hoping she'll follow
console me.
She does not.
I think about jumping
the train is parked
there would be no sleep.
Nicholas Mercier Coulombe
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Nicholas Mercier Coulombe  25/M/Maine
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