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Bertha Bridebreak
Bludgeoned her husband to oblivion.
She sweet talked his end.

Bertha brought down the cold iron
On the bald space between ear and ear.
She watched his demise

Like an old movie played
Over and over, in her sleep and dreams.
She knew his dead end back and forth

Like a melody gone sour.
“Ain’t gonna touch me no more,”
Bertha said wiping the redness

From her flesh and eyes.
She listened to the night and the stillness of stars.

thank you.

quite visual and very sad, but i have to say i really really love the title

it would seem, one would have to repeatedly suffer a great deal of torture to be driven to take that step as a solution to her problems, but sadly it's a familiar dilemma for many women......a dark subject, handled well....the last line is very good.....

thank you, perdida & saw.

last line
Camus

thank you for writing

thank you, still trucking.