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MAGPIE TALES
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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