I cry out as Aneh shaves my legs,
It hurts, pains my very core.
She wont stop.
Its an obsession.
Stop.
Slices up and down.
Hair falls to the linoleum floor like teardrops.
The razor rapidly peels off what dignity I had left.
She uses her bloody fingers to traze abstract images into my
sore flesh.
I cry out her name and collapse on the toilet, face-down.
I burn with shame.
Stop.
She never does.
I have nothing left, for she shaved my honor till I was
baren with slick blood. 
Dont stop.