I am a woman who killed for love.
I am a woman who killed for lack of lave.
The mirror declares that the twin accusation are equal.
I am the black dove who pecks at the coffin
Wanting to manage a more reliable insult,
To chew her eyes from their sockets, say,to wring
The hair from her head, to desecrate the silk
Of her unblemished skin in th way that birds do best.
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