Blame

I know you must know it now
My organs have stoned
My fingers are numb around
Your warm, pulsing throat

And I whispered: My wife
She opened her pale eyes
She smiled, so I smiled
And I got what I deserved

This house was my flowered heart
But my petals have fallen
Do you love him, tell me now
Or I’ll show you my scars

And you will bow boldly
And tell me you’re sorry
But you’re hardly moving
Wake up and give me what I know I deserve

Farmer’s wife heard it from the street down below
And later fully recalled each harrowing note
And she would cried
Holy Spirit has cursed me
And for this my ending sooner than I deserve

The children weren’t lucky to only used ears
As I stood on top of him looking down
I felt the fear in their skin as they plead

Father, did you kill our leader?
Our rock and great teacher?
What did he deserve?

And I replied
No, killed my leeches
And the wound that is? Is
I hope you can see it
For what I deserve

The judge would ask: Why again, was it him and not her?
The only response I could think was: To settle my nerves
Try killing my leeches for sucking me speechless
And abandoning secrets and trust all the same
So I deserve what I deserve
So I deserve what I deserve

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