Of Wives and Lovers

Orange Claw Hammer

The hammer claw peeks demurely
from his jacket, strands of his latest conquest
blowing softly in the breeze.
Sucking blood from beneath his nails
he rubs the scratch marks on his face and
laughs. Once inside the house he drags her wizened
frame from beneath the bed then chisels another
notch into her forehead. He can sleep now knowing
he won’t make her jealous anymore.

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