“Unmasking Vulnerability: A Chilling Glimpse into the Shadows of SOFT TARGETS”
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And she arrived before dawn, staring straight —
her job: to eat what exists.
Any caress is precious, exaltation
in the breathing room, a lifeforce–
who knew our brush strokes had been so precise,
greening darkness with this young vine,
and this new pain, to slow time —
drew more and more from the nub of her
until she was herself,
emerged ready to live her one life
and she seemed friendly,
looking sideways as I swiped her clean.
Honey, here are your limbs,
we are not too late.
