Christine winds
the necklace
around her


going red
small finger
the small linked


silver chain
swells the flesh
why do that?


the quack asks
to get me
away from


deeper pain
she utters
the quack scowls


his eyebrows
like dark birds
join in deep


signs of non


she unwinds
the necklace
the finger


once again
turning white


she whispers
shoving it
deep within


the cleavage
of her plump
bra-less breasts


the quack stares
like some kid
taken in


by an old
sleight of hand


all gone now
can't see trick
you big prick


she mutters
feeling then
the warm chain


fall between
her closed thighs
sitting there


silver links
shut away
from his eyes.

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