leftunspoken's Diaryland
Diary
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Leaves in my mouth, blood licking my ankles. The smell of fear, a brand burning into the fat curve of my hip. Soft once-sweet places, scar tissue from sharp-teethed ill-use and disrespect. Lies an undertow sucking me down, down, down. Broken limbs grip poor holds in the swirl of damaged promise and dashed hopes. A foolish choice to choke then beg for again.
9:24 a.m. - July 30, 2003
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