I was
unaware of her darker dimensions she’d been caught in
the gaslight but she wasn’t crazy she
was just weary she made it easy for me
to cross her killing floor and told me with some
certainty that we had met before we coupled
in a frenzy but in completely different zones
in the languorous haze of
the afternoon sun I stared at her breasts heaving
as she drew each labouring breath beneath me and I
drove home my seed there amidst the tall
grass and I hated her then I
loathed her even as I wanted
her the flies surrounded her
corpulent flesh I saw her dead in her rictus
gaping in the fecundity of her
lust and I knew it was over before
it had ever began
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