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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