Tops
The city’s noise followed me years after I left that godless place. But being in an area without God meant there was just enough pleasure in the chaos to make you forget how terrible it was. Or at least how terrible I should have thought it was.
The sounds of the city and all the people in it drowned out my own voice of self-preservation. Up became down. Left became right.
Tops became Bottoms.
It took me a while to truly understand what that meant. My time with them made me question who I was and who I simply thought I was supposed to be.
A group of unforgettable men turned my world upside down by pinning me like a butterfly to a board. It’s funny how in life, sometimes the thing you need the most is the one thing that can shatter you from the inside.
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