Today my husband left me.
With diamonds in his eyes,
Pink peonies in bloom,
His feet marched a path out of my soul,
Bruised petals under his feet.

A balled up fist of knotted growls
A fistful of liver.
Lined up on the window-sill
Little soldiers,
Waiting for their orders home.

An empty shell of bony promises
A cathedral of broken ribs
Silent screams housed in cracked jars
Haunting the empty doorway
Good riddance.
I never needed you anyway.

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