#109 – Woman Thirty Six

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Seated at the heavy wooden table inside the house
in the woods, she had already stopped bleeding.
She wrapped the last piece of golden wire around
the smooth silver cone of the miniature pliers.

It had to be the last
because she could no longer see.

Upstairs,
a woman violently heaved dishes
towards her husband,
screaming in sadness and
frustration.

It had to be the last
because her body could not conceive
a child.

Glass and ceramic hit the walls,
shattered across the floor
made splintering sounds
that threatened to
pierce the ceiling
and rain down
on her
at the table.

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