Just Before the Spinal Cut

“Will you marry me?” he said.

Nearly dead on two of three, I replied…
“Can I think about it?”

They wanted me to speak.
They wanted me to hear.

They didn’t want me to feel their fucking,
those two doctors, local cop, and a politician’s son.

Sisty, bitch, what were you paid
to send me rape?

I should send you brownies.

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