in cold blood, i stand
watching as your tear at yourself
and flail
frozen, blood curdling
cold sweat and hot guilt
for to cry out would bind
these hands
forever
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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