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By Leela Date: 2002 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.04.22.07.4998]] |
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I watch in slow motion As your fingers move toward me Nails clean and neatly trimmed They enter my flesh On the left side of my chest Piercing Grabbing Twisting Pulling I look down with horror At what lays in your hand Red and quivering Then to the gaping hole Where it used to be And finally to your face Where my gaze is met With a sick smile You toss it Carelessly to the ground And step on it As you walk past me And what else can I do But leave it there on the floor Turn from it And tag along behind you |