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Predators
1970's
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I saw their hands reach out to take me.
Those demanding hands...
Those hands I know so well.
Disguising their nails with tenderness...
Their demands with kisses...
Their coldness with fire.
Hopelessly...
I was dragged downward...
Naked...
I was caressed by shame...
So timidly.
They searched for the stones.
Delighted by their sweet...
They bathed me in the stink...
Til my body
Had no warm place for a soul.
Fulfilled...
They prayed their holy prayers
That I may yet find my mercy...
Leaving my cold body
To climb its way back to the earth
Where rot melts with rot...
The place where they walked
To find their peace in my blood.
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