How
did it feel?
Innocent?
There is no
forgiveness.
His heart a fist
swaddled in blood.
You are a trick question
a larvae browsing through time
watching glass images come
out of the womb how
could one woman be so
disappointing?
The shorter story—
he would have loved you in perpetuity
The lie was a window.
Even if you are guilty.
Laura LeHew
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