she lay blame at many doors
none of them her own
each day she drank but
bitter vetch, ate moldy bread
for none saw her worth
she became blind to
her own true reflection, his
leavings no true meal
take vile memory
in hand, put it in a box
sealed with cross or hex
bury it deep, let
earth disperse it all around
reborn green and clean
ritual frees us
walk away from the grave now
now free just to be
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