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He traces my skin with a teaspoon….

Published on 11 February, 2013, by in ENTRADAS.

He traces my skin with a teaspoon,

having covered my eyes.

I finish telling the story of my life. Now it is his turn.

He has covered my eyes so that

I imagine the story he is going to tell and he has tied me here so that

I prove how blindly I believe in him, that I know he is no killer, that

I trust he will not hurt me.

But I do not trust him.

And so I shake when he traces my body with a knife and tells me

it is a teaspoon.

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