The cafe customers

sat and discreetly turned,

watching the passionate couple

kissing in the corner.
One customer was crying over her white wine.
The waiter wiped off a table quietly.

Then two uniformed men charged through the door,

stomping in

on top of two terrified horses, shouting

“!!All of the women, get out!!”

The women in the corner ran outdoors,

the woman with white wine took it with her.
Then the two men made the horses kick and kill

the cross dresser running for the door,

shouting!

”!!Since we can’t have you, nobody will!!”.
Then the two mares with blood on their legs and hooves,

laid down knocking over tables and chairs,

sliding the men onto and into the thick red blood on the floor.
The sticky taste of the blood in their mouths on their tongues, feeling small and shrunken

”This is not what we meant when we said,

‘Nobody can have him, but us!’ “

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The moral of this poem story

is that blood in the mouth is like blood on your hands,

and is even harder to clean and wash off.
So watch what you think, do and say,

or stay home and stay clean.
Consider this to be your

good thought, good word, and good deed.

©️ July 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

This poem was inspired by what happened previously in this a scene in this movie.