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| ***BIO*** Cynthia Ruth Lewis: has been published in various print mags in the past, but is now spreading her sickness through online zines. It is her aim to psychologically corrode each and every person on the planet, poem by poem. If she dies first, at least she will have gone down trying. |
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| by Cynthia Ruth Lewis |
| I can't say I know what it's like to be
murdered, but all I remember from that gray, soggy void they called a day were the comforting words of the nurse and the pills for pain and calm (dispensed by steady open palms) then the needle stabbing its home in my arm and the world blurring into a crawl and a swab of something cold between my legs then the sweet numbness of nothing yet hearing a kind of vacuum and when I came to I recall not feeling emptied out or hollow just alone. (This piece previously appeared in Underground Voices) |
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| 44 |
| July 2005 |