I watch the blood seep into the floor.
The pain, a sharp memory,
The pleasure it brought,
It’s more than anything
My flesh, sore and abused,
My bones are jelly.
You would think
Hate and fear would permeate the air.
Not the desire and love that I smell.
The moment of no return,
The one no one crosses,
The one that I left far behind.
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