The Other Woman


Dreaming twisted
Watching the two men
One of them
Mine
One of them
Wanting
Full of old cars
Restored
Bragging rights
A new technique
Throw a switch
Fake cries of concern
My man falls
Turned into the metal man
Sad
No longer human
I leave with what is mine
Ignore the pleas
Please
You have a wife
Two daughters
We are going now
My metal
Finding a place
Hiding to live
Typically together
In early morning grass

Close your eyes

He whispers it
I close my eyes
We begin to fly
I feel the ground leave
Should I open
Eyes
See
Question

So the plea man
Please
Would sell them all
For a chance
They cry
In the market place

He cannot have me
Never
Why would I love
A thing
Selling
It’s own family?

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