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My New Life This is how it begins, semen spilled on the hardwood floor, left there for the roaches, crawling between cobwebs that cover their hiding places. My body aches as I shrug off the polish of last night’s sweat, my hard sleep. I pull aside smoke- stale curtains that sift dust. My fingers are crusted with blood. At the bathroom sink, I turn the cold knob, and liquid rust pours out. In the mirror, flesh, scarred and bruised. And then the image flutters on the glass: They came in a rush of whispers-- Shadows with quick, numbing words-- tore open the twilight to darkness that shrouded my eyes. They raped me, razored Their language into my arms and chest, and left me there, shedding my life.
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