When you were fourteen your bones sprang from your body like knives
Infidelity: A Nightmare
The wife did shrill
toneless wail
some faceless image
We talked of breastfeeding
and when the milk was gone
a red water came through
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When you were fourteen your bones sprang from your body like knives
The wife did shrill
toneless wail
some faceless image
We talked of breastfeeding
and when the milk was gone
a red water came through