I'm on the tracks
You drive the train
It was my fault
I hurt you
But was it prayer
That inspired
My humiliation?
This devastating
Scrutiny
Your sworded tongue
Thrust into the marrow
Dismantling my credibility?
And when you
Have relieved yourself
All over me
You sit there
Smiling
In the aftermath
As only a certain
Kind of woman can
Surprised
By my pain
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