Lemmings and Nightingales

Didn’t let her slip through his fingers
Crushed her in his palm.
Called the scars a white tattoo
She desired and designed.
The reel tells a different story
As she empties her heart through her wrist,
A snuff film he’s convinced is fake.
A black torn bag in her closet
Holds a corpse of paper and rags.
Words cannot change once made into ink,
Interpretation aqueous, adulterated
In canopic jars wrongly used.

Fiber glass accusations under her skin,

The anger she had is now divided;
Two vials of sterile semen.

Offenders lead the angry crowds
off cliffs
Of doubt,
While the victims perch on branches
Watching
             Them
                    Fall
                            Away.

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