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Razor Dance

Blood churns
interweaving like an intricate
crimson
bracelet encircled tightly
‘round my wrist.
Sliver of raw flesh
part through my nakedness
dancing alongside my veins
leading me into a dance
I wanted all along.
My physical body
falls into a deep slumber
My mind slowly slums into hell
I hear drums beating
Louder, faster, lover
A suicidal dance
You caused this premature death
that you promised me
all this time-
That I thought I wanted all along.
Blood leaks
through every crevice
of my body
You slaughtered my innocence
and now I want it back.



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