Bus
My gut glenched
Heart thudding fast
When he sat beside me
Heavy scent of laundry detergent
Stinging my nose
Rolling my stomach
I do not know this man
But the familiarity
That is discomfort
Of being around a man
Burns acidic
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Very sensory and there are layers beneath the surface,