Gratification

No one is there to listen, no one to hear. Within the cavity of my chest, my heart thuds and pounds, launching my anxiety sky-high. My every fiber aches and burns, as if I have just been set aflame. Shame pools in my gut as the clammy feeling takes over; my toes curl and my fingers drive their nails into my palms.



A somewhat metaphorical, somewhat literal take on "coming out of the closet" as a man experiences his first sexual encounter with another male.
Written as Letocest, but can most definitely be read as original. Reposted after it was deleted during the site crash.