Saturday, January 15, 2011

Life, Love, Lies

Weaving, wandering, wondering wife
boastfully banters
while wielding a
knife. Niceties nonexistent,
words were whipped westward -
hitting him, her husband;
betraying bastard, bleeding, bleating...
suddenly sorry, self-consciously seething. Seeping self-doubt,
perfectly pouting, perfidious pig,
shouting, shouting. She shines, shameless, show-down
complete. Corruption conquered; killed -
a fine feat.

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