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a poem detailing a man's hasty decision to divorce his wife.

 

Nevermind a truce between foe and friend-

This book has a tragic end

Though more perplexing words you'll never hear

The story begs a patient ear

As the chapter begins

 

He wished he gone, and so she lay

The victim of some nameless grave

But truth be told with skeptic tongue

'Twas not his mortal hands that wrung

Her slender neck in anger... but remorse

 

Horrified no less, he claimed the deed

and rampike thought replaced fertile seed

as an allegoric act of unfiltered rage

But he takes a breath and turns the page

Resigned to tell it all

 

If death to her is worse for him

It matters not which world he's in

Both lands above and lands below

Fear betrayal's dormant foe

Instead of preventative endeavors

 

In red-eyed silence tale be damned

and one slapped wrist won't reprimand

So he fights to forget her frozen face

and blood pumps through the hollow space

made by a torn heart

 

But the trophy wife's the one to blame

If it hadn't been for her mind games...

The shattering conclusion, she's in Hell

See, he didn't let her live to tell

There was no other man

 

His accusations spoke in vain

The lamb of innocence lay slain

His rejection of her and alleged sin

The solemn scraps of pale white skin

Gone from memory but not Earth

 

Pictures cut in angry temper

Limbs fall prey to cold dismember

Satisfied with work and slaked desire

He throws each piece to frenzied fire

... turning forsakenly from the remnants

 

Full circle, the story comes to a close

The slip from grace is now exposed

The wretched lies which seemed so grim...

Is all that’s really left of them.

Their love has been erased.