Anaesthetic
S Stefanie Fontker
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Anaesthetic- you stole
Much away from me
And I want it back
The pain, the feeling
Of bruises on my face
And nails on my back
The moment they sunk
Into me and disappeared
The blades, the knives
The look on her face
When she knew it was done
This little mind of mine
Cannot run solely
On memories, where have
You taken my emotions
Do they slumber without
Knowledge of my location
In boxes in an attic
This is what I need
My thoughts of her
Will not suffice
She is not remembered
Without agony and blood
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