First

It strikes, once
Ouch, I think
Hot redness, delicious
Again

It strikes again
“Feel pain,” my mind says
My body, otherwise
I writhe

It strikes again
Please more, please harder, please
Channeled, narrowing
I beg

It strikes again, and again, and again
No breath, no air, no light
Tapered, focused
Release

Don’t talk,
Don’t move,
Just be,
Just hold me
Tight

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