Accusation

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ACCUSATION

She died easily in the end.

I wanted her gone

But dreaded the horror,

The blood,

The cries,

The gasps.

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Most of all, I dreaded the blood,

Her blood,

So red,

So alive,

So accusing.

After all I had loved her,

Once.

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I had fallen in love

With the flare of her.

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Yes, flare!

For she burned brightly,

All gold and red;

Earrings,

Necklaces,

Flashing fingers.

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And red lips,

Always painted thickly,

Brightly,

Temptingly.

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And the fingers!

I thought of them as talons now.

But not then.

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It was the thought of The Other

Enjoying her

As I had done,

That tipped me over the edge.

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But I could not bring myself

To spill that rich red blood.

So red!

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She slipped under the water

Gently,

Without a cry.

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I had prepared myself so well.

There was no chance of discovery.

And, certainly, I was in control

Of myself.

No stupid hysteria from me!

No sir!

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And then I saw her toes!

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Blood red.

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Accusing.........

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PRAYER

(an Acrostic)

'Put your hands together'

Religious people say.

'Ask for anything you want;

Your God will find a way.

Everything is in his hands.

Relax! He will take care.

Every Believer understands

That God is everywhere.'

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