I give you back the ring you gave to me not an hour ago,
the one you wanted me to have,
twist it from my finger and pull free of it
For good.
Here. Take it.
In the lamplight, the rosy stone looked smug
in its warm gold band. A circle of promises I cannot trust.
A solemn oath, broken.
Look at it now.
Brilliant and hard as truth in the brittle light,
It glisters.
Bright with betrayal, our betrothal lies
Discarded like a mistress
On the shag pile rug.
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