May 12, 2019

“Your body is not healthy, the milk man claimed, putting a fist inside my body, then retching when he pulled it free and saw the red knuckles. The milk man made me second guess my blood. This blood was filth, this blood was unnatural. How could I bleed like I was raw meat, stabbed and left? How could the blood run if there was no injury? The milk man wiped his hand clean, then pushed it back into me. He pushed and pushed until he was in up to his elbow. Disgusting, the milk man said. Unclean…”

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