Betrayal
a tree whose spine was stubborn not strong,
i felt the casual chop.
it didn’t kill, the wound,
but the disaster was greater because the axe was you.
years of blessings scattered in wind,
crucifying themselves on a fence of excuses.
who might dare to pass, ever again,
to collect the tender figs, fallen and bursting?
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