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55-er I wrote sometime back

Those were the longest fifteen minutes of her life. 

Needles of shame and humiliation pierced through her, threatening to wreck her dam of self control. As she sat motionless, her spirit bruised and beaten, he threw a bundle of bills at her and walked out of the brothel. 
Her body had become price tagged.

parched sun on my head
burning embers under my feet
i trudge along
with icicles in my heart
a storm brews
the first kickings of it 

burning my eyes
wrenching my gut