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Mar 2014
The unfaithful wife
(Just 7 years of life)
feels the faithful knife
see-saw
through flesh,

true flash,
red light burns,
Blood screams
On a field of white snow.
And children with sledges look the other way.

Bleed her red light out,
This unfaithful wife.

Tears stream
From big brown eyes.
Scream and scream,
This pain
Tearing, deep into being.
Peeled back skin,
serrated separation.

Legs wrapped,
Around a tortured mother.
Quiet sobs,
Looking for soft love lost
In the name of lust.

Bound now,
To this blade.
A cold cut through soft beauty,
A ghost steel, wedged in
Still tied to raw skin,
Reslicing with every step.

This day,
I am found now,
Now I stay.
This way,
I am bound now.

Ice cream,
Numbs that burning pain, a bit.
A smile to a child's face.
Back to play,
This unfaithful wife,

Too young,
to know her luck.
back outside now,
White snow,
and white veils,
in the blue sky,
back outside,
back playing brides
in dresses stained in red.

And still with a smile.
This practice is in my mind an atrocity.
mt
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