The Pale Hand.
The Pale Hand,
Spanned over time,
In June 1963.
Pushed me up against the wall,
And fucking slapped me.
I remember how the slap stimulated my cheek.
Not a word,
Not a peek from .me.
That year was the last time I was stimulated!
Now. Presently. My cheek stings,
whenever I see a Pale hand.
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