Trick Him from Honest Growth by Bryn Ryder

I wasn’t trying to to trick him
I thought he already knew
It’s not like my face is portrait of the feminine
And how many women wear size 11 shoes?

But when he bought that second round of drinks
I started to think it’s almost too good to be true
Maybe I should have seen the warning signs
But who doesn’t want someone to fall for you

He asked if I wanted to head somewhere quiet
Our voices competing with the noise and din
He said I don’t live that far from here
Let’s have a drink and see what can happen

I climbed up into his pickup truck
Our mouths and bodies now intertwined
But as his hand slid up my thigh
His face darkened and I could see the rage cloud his sight

Well, he screamed faggot and pushed away from his side
Down the highway careening pushing faster all the time
Obscenities and epithets poured out from his lips
But it was too late when I saw the glimmer of his knife

And the last thing that I remember
Was staring at my own bloody manicure
And even with my life pouring from a slit across my throat
I could only call out for my mother

No I wasn’t trying to trick him
I thought he already knew

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