You promised to kill me
if I ever left you
Now
I
did it
Your crooked body
smeared with blood
on the sheets
You look good today
a slaughter of the heart
Sperm
like a tear
runs down
my hand
I’ll do it
again
very night
till morning
when the pain
fades
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