You lurked in dark crevices
Manipulating - wielding your power
I flinched when you threatened exposure.
Strength from raising my hand & outing myself.
What power do you have NOW?
My nakedness an inescapable light
Let the Surgeon remove what anomalies He finds.
I'm no longer ashamed or embarassed -
Who, during surgery, is?
My healing is beginning
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