Strip Poker

They make her play strip poker. 
She tries to laugh it off, 
she doesn't want to play.
They keep pushing her. 
She gets angry.
She says she won't. 
She hears the clunking
of the standard issue 
apartment deadbolt.
They say she will play. 
She is silent.
She concentrates on the cards. 
They 
are soon all bare to their boxers.
She has only taken off 
her boots and socks. 
She loses again.
She looks so sad.
She stands 
and unbuttons her shirt. 
She wears no bra.
Their eyes are all on her breasts 
as the light shirt slides down. 
They do not see her eyes close.
They do not see the slight gritting 
of her teeth.
Her arms become bare.
They do not see the skin of her arms
ripple and swell.
They do not see the smooth flesh 
splitting open.
They do not see the countless 
ravenous little mouths 
that leap from inside her elbows 
to greet
them.

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