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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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