chapter two: turn

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It claws away

at the already shredded

clinging skin of my insides

the feeling grows like a swell of ocean

until it’s sitting in my throat

spilling forth from my womb

choking, blinding,

spoiling, realigning

and he touches my face

as if this is something I deserved

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you don’t understand,

you don’t know how I’ll turn.