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Nov 2012
Stab

Right into my flesh
Twist the blade
Make me squeal
Twist and turn
Writhing in pain

Strike

An elbow in my jaw
Sharp and accurate
Sure to leave a bruise
Teeth knocked loose
Now wired shut

Sear

A hot iron bright red
Pressed into my hand
Leaves delicate flesh
Charred and dead
Burns in the 3rd degree
Rachel Elizabeth
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Rachel Elizabeth
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