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8-Inch Black Vibrator
I remember the 8-inch black vibrator that you inserted in me,
the incessant phone calls that I made to you that you ignored,
the cold way that you spoke to me as if you hadn’t put your fingers in me,
the lack of regard that you gave to me when you didn’t pay me as much as I thought I should.
You led me to think that you perceived me differently from the others;
You mentioned that there was a connection with me that you didn’t have with anyone else.
I think of you from time to time. If you somehow appeared,
I would scream at you to kill yourself at least three times,
releasing my pent-up rage at my living situation
and my never-ending drifting.
I would never give in to you again.
There would be no meals together,
no holding my hand,
no caressing on my part.
I would never hear what you say again.
