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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

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