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A Sort of Typical Love Poem

His hand touched mine, and I shiver with anticipation.

Kind of cliche isn't it?
Anyway, his hand was on mine, no wait. ..
His hand was on my breast.
How'd it get there?
Nevermind, he said he wouldn't hurt me, right?

Just lie back, a deep breath.
No need to worry, this is love.
That forever and ever stuff ...
I'm thinking of Randy Travis songs at his moment?

I must be demented.
His hands are gone.
Wait, he's getting up?
There are plenty more songs ...
He says he'll see me later.
Yeah, sure. I think.
The door shuts behind him.
I am alone, and I lean back against the plaid-covered pillow.

Memories enter my mind.
His fingers gently caressing my ...
I chop them off one by one, the flesh tearing away...
His breath brushing softly against my neck ...
The pillow cutting off his air supply ...
I love you, see you later.
A smile curves my lips, as my eyes slide shut.

Dawn Barnhart

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