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Heather OC: Week 21 of 208

Sink


Lured forward for years, thorax

Exposed, neck displayed.

Take what you want. Let

My blood. Leeches crawl

Across my chest. It is

Always this way in the still


Part of the river. Calm breeds.

Then the storm comes, all

Will disrupt and swim,

Caught in currents beyond


Imagine. Where you are

Is not as safe as you feel.

Danger always lurks - the


Naked man with the butcher

Knife, hidden in the bushes. He sees

Your breasts with no armor

Beyond a shelled bikini


Top and your neck so

Ready for his sharp.

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