Blame

I know you must know it now

My organs have stoned

My fingers are numb around

Your warm, pulsing throat

And I whispered: My wife

She opened her pale eyes

She smiled, so I smiled

And I got what I deserved

This house was my flowered heart

But my petals have fallen

Do you love him, tell me now

Or I'll show you my scars

And you will bow boldly

And tell me you're sorry

But you're hardly moving

Wake up and give me what I know I deserve

Farmer's wife heard it from the street down below

And later fully recalled each harrowing note

And she would cried

Holy Spirit has cursed me

And for this my ending sooner than I deserve

The children weren't lucky to only used ears

As I stood on top of him looking down

I felt the fear in their skin as they plead

Father, did you kill our leader?

Our rock and great teacher?

What did he deserve?

And I replied

No, killed my leeches

And the wound that is? Is

I hope you can see it

For what I deserve

The judge would ask: Why again, was it him and not her?

The only response I could think was: To settle my nerves

Try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless

And abandoning secrets and trust all the same

So I deserve what I deserve

So I deserve what I deserve

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