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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 09, 2006

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Submitted: November 09, 2006



Lie down, he tells me,

And I consent.

My heart beats, but I don't hear it,

I am aware only

Of the need to distance my eyes from his.

I don't want his touch,

It is cold and frugal -

But necessary, I tell myself.

The blue coat is too big for me;

He unpins it and starts his exploration.

Money will be bartered, cold as his hands;

I would that it felt more soothing to my ears,

But he walks out

And leaves me unrewarded.

My fears remain unsterilised

And the cold grasps at my chest.

I dress again,

Caged beneath underwire and lace;

The symbol of my fear.

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