to shadow the moonless night
with inkwells
deep india ink
thick as blood
to ooze the silence
soulless words
love in the fist
the swollen eyes and more
a fear of light and flight
living in the darkness
each sound
echoes the terror
the lies... "to love
and cherish" the bruises...
"for better or worse"
the face in the mirror
"in sickness"
the blood in the sink
"and in health"
the footsteps beyond
the black, black door
"'til death..."
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