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nothing

I wake up in a bed.
I see nothing but darkness.
I smell nothing but my own vomit and the alcohol still lingering on his breath.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing but his lips.
I feel nothing but his hands.
I feel nothing but his tongue.
I feel nothing but his teeth.  
I feel . . . nothing.
I see curly hair.
I see bare shoulders.
I feel nothing.
I taste chewing tobacco.
I taste captain morgan.
I feel nothing.
I see his chest.
I see myself being pulled on top of him.
I feel nothing. I feel nothing. I feel nothing.
I see his eyes. I smell his sweat. I cannot move.
I feel nothing.
I am rolled onto my back.
I scratch and bite til I see blood.
He bends my wrists but I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
I get the strength to turn around.
I am pulled back.
I feel nothing.
I fall asleep.
I am nothing.
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