She chose to wound, amputating his heart
He'd been innocent, a fool who easily believed
The home was now empty, he was left with scars
She was violent but left his manhood untouched
But her unanswered rage had performed castration
He had barely survived, was now subject to disgust
If she stayed, it would've ended with his starvation
“To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.”
