La Maldita

Hopeful apprehension dipped

into her smile, snailing corner to corner-

slime cloaked me

with frames frozen in time:

snuggling in the crook of her hip, dinner simmered-

piercing denial of puncturing domination-

Liar-

TV and couches lulling us into the night-

Forger.

A mockery.

Her axe long forgot hatcheting

into my Tree, limbering away

as I silently stitched the wound with broken roots.

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