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The butchers wife
Contributed by
kirankaur
on
Saturday, 5th August 2006 @ 06:36:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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The alluring faces peered in
Stop. Listen. Whispers.
I stood neither proud nor shamed
Passing snares as the officer pulled out the cuffs
Stop. Listen. Judgment.
The crimson corpse beneath me,
My shirt soiled in her juice.
A woman’s life taken
As mine lay before
Me on the ground.
My murderous limbs numb,
My eyes fixated on her bloody mug
The meat cleaver stood pierced through her torso,
Disbelief. I would never have thought so.
That hoar of mine sinned with the baker
Now nobody can wake her.
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kirankaur
... [
2006-08-05 18:36:53] (Date/Time posted on
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