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Self Denial

Charlotte LeBlanc


I am walking. 
No, running. 
Where am I? 
Who am I? 

I feel flushed. 
I get sucked in. 
The sensation of his body against mine. 
I know love. 

May turns to September. 
Light recedes from eyes. 
Emptiness lingers. 
Where am I?

Walking without seeing. 
I nod indifferently. 
The path of pain is too easy. 
Who am I? 

I feel disgusted 
Cheap. Surrounded 
The stench of the world 
overwhelms me. 
But I have known love.