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If a Man Won't Make Excuses

She said,
I told you
I told you this would happen.
What did I say?
This is your last chance.
Is that what I said?
I told you,
She said.

He said
nothing.

She said,
I warned you
I warned you I would do this,
Didn't you believe me?
I told you this would happen.
This is your last chance.
Is that what I said?
You didn't believe me.
I warned you,
She said.

He said
nothing.

She said,
I said so,
It didn't have to be this way
Didn't I say so?
I warned you I would do this.
This is your last chance.
Is that what I said?
You didn't believe me,
It didn't have to be this way
I told you this would happen.
I said so,
She said

He said
nothing.

She said,
You deserved it
You deserved it you bastard.
It had to be this way.
I warned you
I warned you I would do this
I told you this would happen
It had to be this way.
Didn't you believe me?
I said so
I told you
This is your last chance.
Is that what I said?
Didn't you believe me?
I warned you
I told you.
You deserved it you bastard
Do you believe me now,
She said.

He made no reply.
He said
nothing.
He was
dead.

First published in Braquemard issue 9
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