by xara
he sits in tubs where the water was red
two months ago
now, the water is warm and running and pale
there are sighs as he smiles. no more smiles while he sighed
she, now wears her sleeves all the way up
and her headscarf on the ground
'I'll put it on when i want to, '
he sees the platters laid all over the table
a feast for kings which he once was
he sits still takes a small portion
this is enough for today,
'no, not any more' she wails
when she sees her bring her hand down, ladle gripped hard
'please.' she begs
but its not always
that the good wins
it loses; and she learns she teaches herself
to get up.
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