by Marc Carver
I could feel it
eating away at her
night after night
as she tossed and turned
she knew she had to do it
but she struggled with it.
Maybe the only reason
she didn't
was
she knew that i wanted her
to do it
I wanted her to cut me free
to unchain me
because i was too weak
to do it myself
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...short...sharp...post-modern; Hell; maybe like the way Sartre said Hell is Other People?
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