You nag:
"lover, honey
my heart I gave thee
how dare you break it?
then I cringe
can a piece of meat break?
and imagine, again
holding a thumping, spluttering
lifeless cadaver
blooding my hands, suit
or
worst still
how I loved (all this time)
a genie
an heartless
dead
woman!
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