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I cannot lie back When all I hear are her screams Echoed, ignored, pulled from her I cannot relax Scooch down scooch down a bit more When the bed is slick with blood I cannot consume that which Was born of hatred wrapped in pain Put your feet in the stirrups now No matter how its shoved in me Down me, on me, over me Take a deep breath The same procedures, the same movements a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy This will just be a pinch Of what was approved Decided by tone I cannot lie back See, that wasn’t too bad was it? When promised relief is cultivated horror I cannot relax Onto the corpse of the woman Who bore it all with no choice
