i dated a cannibal pt. i

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borderlinepanicattackbreathless–
bent over–
a broken sob–
a voice:
"Oh, but you know you'll return:
a masochist until the end."
you are
convinced of a truth that isn't there,
too broken to notice the fractures,
your crumbling self-confidence
cradled in his hands.
those familiar,
destructive hands.
(more than once they have been
at your throat)
you are
fragile from fear
fragile from panic
fragile from
crescent moons carved into the
palms of your hands
(bruises blossom under loose sweaters)
"Oh, but you know you love me:
a masochist until the end."

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