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Emily Fell Sep 2014
She stripped me down and sprayed me.
I was naked between two fans, freezing.
She tied me to a chair in a dim room.
Decades of hatred and punishment for being born.
She was bitter.
Her heart was cold.
She could never accept love, not even a friendly hug.
Manipulating the ones she loves.
But I never held it against her.
Years of resentment lead to years of substance abuse and clandestine disloyal-ties.  

With feet in the sink, the plunger seal cracks.
And the color drained from her eyes.

— The End —