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Dec 2020
He sounded like a prince.
But then like a beast alone with her.
His words sounded like a cracked mirror
each leaf a sliver of something dark,
like the casings of my father’s bullets
in the top dresser drawer.
We never spoke of it.
The curtain was over the doorway
but I knew.
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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