R.I.P.

Her body broken, like a hundred masts on the sea.

Smashed down, floating for all to see.

While men, like tall buildings, encircle and frown, look down.

Giant claws dig through rubble, uncover what’s been covered up.

White birds, eye witness, whisper and repeat what they heard.

Back in the alley. Back pocket shields shiny silver hate. Swelling urge. Stab and scrape.

In his wake, hearts ripped wide apart. Like legs, like mouth.

Her wounds his parts.

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