Marital Bliss

And so the seeds they sowed were of the poison vine, a root to the core of all the ills that would erode in time, loving bliss rotting in dreams soured to bitter beyond the lemon turned, a knife in his hand and a rolling pin in hers, scenes too bloody for even Jaded eyes, buried together to perpetrate the lie

only in agreement that is was truly a joke did they ever really agree

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