Girl and Goat 2

By Terry Wright

His clammy hands slipped completely off my shoulders
and down the length of my arms. Long nights without sleeping
showed in ragged bite marks on every nail.

He held my face with just the very edges of his fingertips;
his hands smelled like ozone, like a battery exploded,
like something dangerous had already happened.

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