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Written by Caselka 

 Photograph by  Annie Theby

Photograph by Annie Theby

The tense horse hair screams softly against the intoxicated memories

of yours from mine

his eyes showed the fear of love with regret as your dark hands clenched

his tender neck

i helped him off the cold tile floor of the hallway in this carberry haunted house

this is not a home

homes do not have black eyes and morning wine

I could barely lift his 45 year old shocked figure

he looked at you and asked

how could you

seriously though how could you

tough love they say

does this mean everyone’s mum hits their dad

you have left us astray