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Cheryl Townsend




OUROBOROS



I have felt the slap of a hand
across my smile
the snap of a belt
wherever it landed at random
and my hair tight in fists
void the passion of lust
I have heard the words
that last a lifetime
who I am and what
I have given love in confusion
I have taken less in search
and taken vengence
on too many to justify



previously published in The Rag, vol. 1, #1, September, 1992.

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