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Rawhide Tears She spoke with the monotone of an automated voice, her words deliberate, well rehearsed. Still a burst of a stifled cry broke through a crack. I winced but remained quiet, sensing her need for control as she told me inconceivable things about her married life. For fifteen years we were front porch neighbors, sharing bare foot comfort and effortless talks. I never expected the secrets that now dissolved my trust. Her vow of silence is broken. The veil draped at the threshold of marriage, shredded. Exposed are welts weeping from rage filled strikes of his tongue. She fingers her wedding band- The pronouncement of husband and wife, the acquisition of a slave. |
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