’til death us do part

I spy you.
Playing games with my fate.
Who are you?
Doctoring my dates.
Collating fake names and shapes.
You’re early, I’m too late.
Shaming rape inside mated hate.
Closing floodgates.
Overspill. Underkill. Secret still.
You don’t know until you feel it. Live it. Breathe it.
Violence in eyes once pure as day.
Connecting jaws with lights of ray.
Dizzy. Numb. Shaking.
Pain accumulates. Starts again.
Plasters acting as masking tape.
Make up asking for hero capes.
And the blood runs.

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