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You were 26. Paralyzed, certain, and beautiful.
I was 15. Naive, lost, and unaware.
Somewhere along the line I braided the veins in my wrist to match the scars in my soul.
You told me once that you felt sorry for me, and all I could bring myself to do was laugh.
And it is then I realized tragedy and despair only lived in the mind, but only if you let them.
The difference between us was so alarming, painful.
Your legs didn't work and you loved this existence.
My legs were beautiful, spread open for every stranger, and only to feel alive.
You once put your lips against my chest and told me you could hear my heart ticking like
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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