February Line by Line Challenge - 6 line poems

When We Dress in the Morning

I want to turn my eyes away
so as not to spy the guilt
edged like a dark mold
in your surreptitious glance.
I know that what you tell your wife
is ultimately not my problem,

yet it feels as if I've struck her,
run a knife along her belly
like gutting a freshly-caught fish
I forgot to stun before I cut
into its helpless body. I want
to wash the scales, the blood, the slime

off my hands, to leave the disarray
of this anonymous room behind
and put on a clean conscience
like fresh lipstick in some neutral shade of pink.
But when you mutter something about next
Tuesday, I find I always whisper Yes.

DAMN, the imagery in this is honed sharp

elements of lust and self loathing,
trapped in that vicious cycle.

hard to read, but couldnt stop
 
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