Stared at my reflection in the diner's coffee machine for ten straight minutes. Not my face, just the way my tits strained against the uniform fabric, the gold bars through my nipples visible as dark lines. Sometimes I think about what would happen if I just untied the apron, let it all hang out for the whole town to see. The shock. The whispers. The ones who wouldn't be shocked at all, just hungry. It's not about them, though. It's about the ache deep in my cunt that starts when I imagine the silence afterwards, walking home with my pussy wet and my head finally quiet. The occult books call it 'sacred exposure.' Feels more like a need to be utterly, violently seen. #GothGirlThoughts #SacredProfane #TheAche