I
never expected
to
end my days
like
this.
He
hit me;
his
dinner was cold.
My
fault.
I
left the knife on the table.
My
fault.
The
tip pierced
my heart.
He
carried me gently,
kissed
my forehead.
Lowered
me into the freezer.
Come lift the lid
and see I rest in peace.
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