#hidden harm

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What Looked Safe

You’re a gun without a safety— not loud at first, not obvious. You don’t come in blazing. You come in close. Warm. Careful with your aim until I forget there’s danger in your hands. You speak softly like nothing about you could ever hurt me. And that’s how it happens— not in a moment, but in the slow lowering of my guard. I stop checking for warning signs. Stop asking the…