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Never Again

Sarah Sheppard, 2011

I didn’t speak.
words moved through
me, images burned
my brain, and I kept

swinging. Up and down,
up and down.
My hands bled
white from the
cold metal chains.

The cars blurred
together on the
other side of the
playground, and you

begged me to
say something,
so I gripped
tighter until my
fingertips turned

purple. I saw her hand
on your neck, her lips
on your lips.
I stopped swinging.
You touched my

shoulder and tried
to hug me, but I felt
nothing. Two years
of your love, and for
once, I felt nothing.
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