that night
the image of an old church
arrives late
there is no priest
there
the image of an old church
arrives late
there is no priest
there
my gallbladder is full
and i let it go
i could be the groom
waiting for the bride
but it is only a wish
then the image of an
old house flashes in my
mind later
i wake up
switch on the light at the headboard
the clock reads
2 pm
i could have been
a black butterfly
the one the old women of the
house dread
but i cut if off
i promise them
i do not want to be
a pain
in their asses
anymore
i am not that good
enough
at killing them
with what i cannot be.
and i let it go
i could be the groom
waiting for the bride
but it is only a wish
then the image of an
old house flashes in my
mind later
i wake up
switch on the light at the headboard
the clock reads
2 pm
i could have been
a black butterfly
the one the old women of the
house dread
but i cut if off
i promise them
i do not want to be
a pain
in their asses
anymore
i am not that good
enough
at killing them
with what i cannot be.
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