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UNPLUGGED VIRGIN
 earching
now, I find it strange that life with you was so mundane. It was
full of light and action, but you never seemed to look at me,
but rather you eyes flitted and flapped like the wings of a
dying bee.
I am sure there were times that I cared that you stared, but
right now my troubles are far more real. I see that I is my time
to be crushed by the wheel…
Of time
Of lust
Of injustice
Of the sickening human race
I find myself wondering why I choose this colour. The purple
velour interior of my cell seems not to adequately portray this
living hell.
I see you grinning on the face of a Norwegian man. I see you
lusting in the eyes of a diplomat from Japan.
And I breathe, compose and bend over – to switch off the lamp. I
unplug the soul from my mind and step down to start my life as a
sex slave with my very first time.
© Izelle Behr –
19 October 2006
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