The Letters
With quill and
silver knife
She carved a poison pen
Wrote to her lover's wife
"Your
husband's seed has fed my flesh."
As if a leper's face
That tainted
letter graced
The wife with choke-stone throat
Ran to the day with
tear blind eyes.
Impaled on nails of ice
And raked with emerald
fire
The wife with soul like snow
With steady hand begins to
write.
"I'm still, I need no life
To serve on boys and men
What's
mine was yours is dead
I take my leave of mortal flesh."
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