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May 2018
i feel the heat of the sun
beating my body
like a whip.

all over me, it cuts gashes
and wounds
that sting from the sweat
flowing into them.

i fall, unable to take any more.
but still, i am whipped
until my body is so cut and ******
that i cannot recognise myself.

the whip has changed me.
the sun is too hot.
Written by
jünø  17/M/Dundas, Ontario
(17/M/Dundas, Ontario)   
   Rosa and Fawn
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