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A Different Rape
by S. Pelham FloodThe aroma of piss
pours into my cocaine-
plastered nostrils
The cold, cracked concrete
floor of the Boystown alley
scathes my flesh
Their virility forces
me into v-shaped chalice
position
Each strain’s blade
rips into me—countless
rounds apiece
My eyes sear as the virus
engulfs me like fever. 01/12/2006 Posted on 07/15/2009
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
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