Martyr’s Pyre

She keeps her martyr’s

Funeral pyre beneath

Our bed, ready to

Light and lay upon

It, devoured in flames like

She always wanted.

I recollect this,

Decide to keep my mouth shut.

The fire smolders.

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Herman’s Hermitage