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Jan 2015
the water i draw is scalding,
sending prickles up my feet to my legs.
slowly, i finally submerge.
i lay my head back, my feet on the end of the tub.
i hold my breathe and sink into warmth.
as i reluctantly come up for air.
i see steam radiating from my body.
yet, there is no pain.
my body, beautiful and powerful.
my soul.
broken.
effaced
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