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Jun 2017
just one more drink, he said
and i was fine,
one more drink
will go straight to my head
and make me have
six or seven more
and drown me, drown me
six or seven miles offshore.

just one more, i said
and i was fine
with his hand between my *****
i was fine
with his teeth on my neck,
his claws, pointed, *****, *****
all ten of them
all ten of them ripping my shirt off.
all ten of them
scratching my skin with scoff.

one more drink, he said
and i'll take you home.

"you don't have to be alone."


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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