Todd Borstad Poet Prose

Killing Her Man

I feel sad for 
the woman next door 
because i know 
she's alone

Her soul
lives in some other
world that she
visits in her dreams

nobody really 
understood why
she fights
and cries out 
 
in the night when 
her soul is weak 
and she thinks 
of her own death

like a twig that breaks
and falls to the ground
never to get 
up again 

kissed on the the 
back of her head 
when the air 
was cold

and the wind
blows  through
the cracks 
of windows

he rips out her 
heart and gives 
it to her when
she least expects it

she puts it on the 
alter while he
he kills her 
with kindness



stands at the
doorway and 
watches him put 
cream in his coffee

and moves
across the room 
to another 
dimension

radio plays a song 
she remembers
long ago when
the air was clear

soon its time
to kill him again
she loves him
there was nothing else to do

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