Duplex
red of wrath
dusk jams
the light,
her teeth
gnashing
from wrath
pierced by
deceit...
rage bangs
on walls;
cut-glass
slitting
inside
vile mouth
lashed with
falsehood—
his lies
about
lust’s tryst
masked, hushed...
she pants,
tongue’s fire
explodes
just like
boiled veins
curdling
until,
raw flash
growls on,
“YOU SCUM—
wolf for
harlots!"
torn wife
bleeds red.
~
Duplex Contest
For Jan Allison
11.08.2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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