Until They Forgot - NaPoWriMo, Day 7

Returning that fall to the cage
after a summer away—
the summer when everything changed.

A sick, hungry buzz in the air—
questions flying like bullets;
assumptions made without care.

They didn't ask me.
Didn't know we shared a block—
didn't know I knew the truth.

I buried my face in a book
until they forgot about you.

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