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Click hereI want to turn my eyes away
so as not to spy the guilt
edged like a dark mold
in your surreptitious glance.
I know that what you tell your wife
is ultimately not my problem,
yet it feels as if I've struck her,
run a knife along her belly
like gutting a freshly-caught fish
I forgot to stun before I cut
into its helpless body. I want
to wash the scales, the blood, the slime
off my hands, to leave the disarray
of this anonymous room behind
and put on a clean conscience
like fresh lipstick in some neutral
shade of pink. But when you mutter
something about next Tuesday,
I find I always whisperYes.
This is dark and devastating, empathy and self disgust, all on full display,
You’re one of the better poets here it’s hard to write something this stark with out it feeling over done. You’ve gutted it and served it raw