Finally, he smiled. A small glimpse of silver metal and blue rubber appeared with his yellowy teeth. He liked that. The reaction, that is - that's what he lived for. You shouldn’t have done that.
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The mulch is cold, and the sun has disappeared.
The air begins to sharpen with each quick inhale,
cutting up my lungs until
I can’t breathe.
Many nights I lie awake,
Remembering the violence
That ferried me into womanhood