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Dec 2024
The mirror fogs up in the room with the heat

I fall to floor, I can’t breathe.


I claw at the tub of a bath half full

The walls rain down, it’s a gravitational pull.


I scream and I cry, for someone to hear me

But the pressure of the water drowns out my pleads.


At last I’m alone, as the blood drains through

At last I’m alone with a razor or two.
Germaine
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Germaine  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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     Khoisan, Liana, M-E, Ejiro and Rose
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