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May 2021
A long passage,
Lined with doors.
Each step taken,
Bringing me closer to horror.
I passed the threshold,
Your hands cupped my face.
An illusion of love,
A faux embrace.
Your fingers found my mouth,
And pryed it open wide.
My favorite laugh,
Echoed as I cried.
Tools of destruction,
Ripped root from gum.
Drowned in blood,
Pinned under your thumb.
Blood on your hands,
****** by hour.
As each door opened,
My flesh devoured.
Lacey Meadows
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Lacey Meadows  30/F/Tempe
(30/F/Tempe)   
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