Drifting Off

He continues to read to me
about Nazi experiments against the disabled
and on the Jewish; about Auschwitz
scalpels and infected mosquitoes
the light going out of a woman’s eyes
as she is singing; as he cuts into
her brain tissue and it fizzes before
it disconnects her from ever
singing again

his voices never wavers
it rises, then ebbs
as I
fall asleep
against his chest
feeling safe
despite the things
he says.

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