Frankly madam,
I don’t recognize
that drained beast
heaving grief soaked breaths
into the mirror.
Cant you see her?
Was I the only one
now to witness the pain
flit across my bloody ears?

She twitches and
looks through your eyes
down to your mouth
and into your throat.
She knows you then
and stays there
because she had no other home
to hide in,
no cave dark and safe enough
to thrust her naked body into
and sigh relief.

Shes everywhere now,
whispering across the faces
of my fellow elders
who have seen hell,
all over you wander,
and I weep

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