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Grief, like a leaden blanket
Wraps around my heart;
Swollen tears plop
On to the layered fabric of our cherished relationship,
Landing next to the cyber sex cigar burns,
Ash scattered fake kisses
And thrusting hips as knives,
Slashing the fabric.
The tiny silken stitches of previous forgiveness's
Torn, frayed, destroyed.
About the Creator
Ruth Stewart
Ruth is disabled - ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia. Pro-women, always. Married with adult children. Dog and bird parent. Lives in Scotland, UK
"In a world where you can be anything, be kind." Caroline Flack
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