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The Consequence...
she spends most of her time
(she does not know perhaps that it has
been shortened)
building a new house
choosing the landscape of her new cottage
at the Mediterranean territory
had some chosen lovers to sleep with
on those lonely nights (and she will still have more
than enough, she giggles)
drunk more, laughed louder than before
everything seems to be funny
and the wit keeps flowing from the gutters
and canals of her
pastimes
that following dawn
it was so cold
(her last, i tell you)
before the first fighting cock in the
fenced house cocks
she lies there
breathless....
slashed throat, bathing with
her own sticky drying blood
alone
and even those walls and
soft expensive bed do not give the clue
as to who
and why.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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