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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