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Frost

I stopped  
at the  
gas  
light  
 
the air iced  
in my lungs  
as you  
wished me  
felicitations,  
 
stuck  
two desperate  
fingers in  
my drying  
cunt  
    
and tried to  
force-fuck  
more bullshit  
in my head  
 
I would feel  
relief  
if the ice on  
my cheeks  
hadn’t  
frozen  
solid  
 
Written by Betty
Published
Author's Note
When he said, “It’s all in your head.”
Again
And again
And again
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