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Apr 2010
legs forced wide awake
being *****
by the gaping black hole
of nothingness

...

oh **** it...
go ahead...
have at it.

incapable of even
pathetically
grasping for air
or begging for leniency
as they shovel
handfuls of oily, greasy
chunks
of societal lard
and ****
down your throat.
you lie back
and recede
(but not even into yourself)
for they have stolen that as well.
March 2010
Written by
Helen McKean  41/Cisgender Female/Philadelphia, PA
(41/Cisgender Female/Philadelphia, PA)   
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