Reader, She Married Him
By Helen Barter
Ignore that remnant of the past,
screaming from the roof, and
walking the corridors after dark.
Did she leave because he lied?
What if he had told her?
Would they simply have pined
for that which they could not have?
Lived a life frustrated.
Screaming in unison with
the anguished soul of another?
She would not accept
the remainder of him.
What if he had asked her?
Turn a blind eye to attic-bound death
in exchange for sight and freedom?
What if he had asked her that?
Was that punishment for his lies
or absolution for his sins?
Reader, she married him.
The burnt and beautiful remains of him.
Not the remainder.
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