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4. razor wire
My childhood home was surrounded by walls mounted with razor wire
Spirals, repeating over and over
Our cats used to walk through the tunnels formed by the coils
Stepping over the wires below their feet
But sometimes, they would brush up against the sides of the narrow passages
They would come back inside
And everything would seem normal
They’d eat food, drink water, lie down
But then slowly, the wound would peel open
A pink line with little to no blood at first,
But gradually increasing
It would take time to notice
As if the pain wasn’t there until it was visible
Now, I look down to see a red stain blooming from the center of my shirt
Suddenly, I feel heat emanating from my stomach
razor wire
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