Her brother dared to say
he would marry me.
She spit on him,
I’m not leaving you a thing!
She hated my pale skin.
Turned out her fortunes
were sucked empty
by her own lover,
the one man she had trusted.
The night she died,
I dreamed she gave me an egg.
I thought it was hard-boiled;
I was about to peel the shell
and take a bite
when she demanded it back.
I threw the offering at her.
Years of yellow rage
slopped down her face.
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C. Albert