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He is the sudden dip on the edge of the bed,
Sitting down and folding his hands in his lap, staring. I refuse to make eye contact, to acknowledge that he is there. He will place his hand on my thigh, and the coldness of it will make me gasp. Fingers will trail up and graze the hem of my shorts and it will paralyze me. He now has my attention.
He reaches into me with both hands, and I can feel him wrapping my intestines around his wrists, testing their strength and tying them into loose knots. I feel him push my pelvis apart, leaving a gaping emptiness where my loins should be. He has already successfully destroyed half of me this morning. Where once was warmth is a now a still ocean, infinitely dismal.
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