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Insanity
He stares
Not at the cuts and scars I have creatively designed
On my thin, sun-deprived arms
He stares
Not at these horrid breasts of mine;
The many bloody lines
He stares
At my blind nakedness
His eyes roaming then coming to rest on my private
No, no, public
His lustrous green-eyed zeal strapping me down
His silken eyelashes brushing my cheekbones
His lips hum a tune
It's Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Against my inner thighs
My bleeding abdomen
The curve of my neck
My ear
Sweet kisses pressed against my eyelids
Fire!
Burning
Intoxicating
Searing, smoldering
Twisting my torso to meet the passionate heat
I blindly grope and realize
I am alone
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