| the day of the Rest of my life |
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stout with a pudding belly, i remember it when he fell; | 1 |
collapsed, against my breasts - | 2 |
the offender still inside of me. | 3 |
pulsating its last audible breath. | 4 |
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and a proud, conquered look he shot my way | 5 |
and it said "They'd not believe a single word you'd have to say." | 6 |
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a stance which fills some days. sundays. sunday hot summer days. | 7 |
no clouds for the sun to peep behind; it shines. it burns. it scolds skin and blisters all the littler ones. | 8 |
and when we ask? "that's just the way it is" | 9 |
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and i remember when he clasped my hand round a single crowned coin. | 10 |
but it's the dry crinkle of his salty lips and onion breath | 11 |
that i'll take to my grave. | 12 |
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and now we share something special. because that grainy chin, | 13 |
the chip on his nose and pock below his brow are the background, a second sky | 14 |
behind my every look and growl. | 15 |
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ing into my ear, he said those words i now know too well | 16 |
"This is just my tiara present. a crown for my queen. because i'll serve you | 17 |
every night. every single | 18 |
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fucking cry. till you bury your dirty cunt with your immodest hands. | 19 |
because You are my Queen . and this is the Day of the rest of your life." | 20 |
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