poetry

Clear Cut

we felled it, you and i, the great tree between us. my hands were on one side of the long blade, yours at the other. our back and forth bickerings our slow draws of indifference served as lumberjack cuts through the trunk of a marriage grown weak with rot and decay. the leaves had all fallen away, no fruit had ever come of it. and when we could no longer grow we died. but we…

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