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The sacrifice

Making sure to leave a giggling trail of booze tripping steps,
I was elated his tall shadow took the bait to where to cage sat.
He moaned and groaned as the van moved down the road,
my sisters licking their lips to his mournful calls.
Later...
gasping, 
weaving, 
his blood seeping 
into the autumn ground
he had no where to go but down.
Down into our lair where the fire licked the cauldron of despair.
The walls of earth shook as we partook of his culpable body,
flaying the deceitful flesh pound by pound until the sun rose
pink
&
glorious
ensuring another year without
tears
&
one less lover to requite.

Joy4no1

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