Atrophy
Wed, 15 Nov 2006 at 06:32pm
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I feel weak
I look down at my stomach
It is small
I look at my shriveled nipples and my hands and
I try to look at my feet
No gender
No disease
No food, no drink
No death
I'll rip out my throat
I rip it out
It's ripped out.
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2006-11-15
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lastxcaress
2006-11-16
I love this. It's powerful. And the use of enjambement is done very well.
imagination
2008-09-29
It reminds me of something out of the holocaust