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my natal naivete bears great prices,
burdens of body horrors never absolved,
how I knew not to scratch at eyes
or bite down on supple whiskerflesh
when you raped me.
I have missing organs, vital parts discarded,
holes where emotional ectomies eviscerated
my body. Suppurating. Unhealed. This flesh
cannot regenerate; I am left empty, hollow
and eyeless where the great scalpels swooped in.
You cannot save me. I flatlined 13 years ago,
exact moment unholy unions unpurified me,
bore away my soul.
They took my EEG. Nothing showed;
not even doctors can diagnose
the vastness of absence.
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