by Laurie Razor
April 14th Entry. NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2019
She favored the touches of other men,
He's drowning in an amber ill hobby,
Children sing ignorance, only of love.
This man is no longer what he once was,
Everything taken by foul hands once his,
No penance could absolve this wicked act,
A tragic goat-song echoes forgotten.
The story repeats, time and time again,
Different faces, different cities,
A tape on repeat for eternity,
Starting, stabbing, stinging, struggling, stopping.