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Possession
April 10, 2018
His hands
That caressed me so lovingly
Also struck me in his fits of rage
His eyes
That watched over me so carefully
Also grew bloodshot and glared when I said no
His voice
That spoke to me so gently
Also hissed and yelled if I wandered too far
His fingers
Which fit perfectly in between mine
Also impaled me until I bled
Nevertheless I lingered for so long
Because he lapped me up
And called it love
© Luke S., Montclair, NJ
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