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| She showed me the etching upon her wrist where the razor had opened the box which held her so tightly. I felt the indentation in her forehead where the bullet had failed in its trajectory. With my ear to her breast I could hear the heart whose toccata beat had once topped 200, but the go-fast didn’t get her there, either; they caught her just in time. She told me in tears of the horror of being raped and beaten by three strangers, but she enjoyed struggling every time we made love. The handcuffs were fun, her feigned screams exciting. The slapping I dug up from the trenches of my soul, but the strangling during foreplay ran it out. Karrie Ann, I can’t kill AND love you in the same emotional landslide, and I know your choice would leave us both cold. |
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