There once was a woman
who lived in fear
She wrapped all her memories
and kept them near
She boarded the windows
and locked all the doors
She bleached all the bedrooms
and mopped all the floors
She lingered awhile
‘cos she knew he was there
All covered in dirt
but so unaware
There’s blood on the curtains
there’s blood in her hair
She carefully washed it
the scent’s in the air
(Slow)
The neighbors
uninvited
like seething flies
The woman
With no choice
but to pluck out their eyes
(Even slower)
She kept
them in
a pickle jar
She kept
The parts
She chopped
In the car
She grabbed
Two bottles
One large
One small
She drove
For miles
Until
She stalled.
Mj Blasco
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