Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

earlier victims

why wasn’t the sight

of me sitting beneath
the missing posters of

earlier victims
who all looked like his mother

quaking with tears
covered in bruises
and bloody accusations
my breasts bitten by missing teeth
hair torn out at the root
ribs kicked in by cowboy boots

enough to make you believe

there was a green eyed monster living behind his chamber door

i would say
i told you so
but that’s not my style

pain is instant karma

besides you can’t hear me anyway
your ears were one of the first things
he chewed off

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