~Raindark cobblestone. Walk in sheen of gaslights. The cold. My gloves, galoshes. I’ve left his door at last. His fist, threatening-but never again, now. His silence bought. I have done murder, and my God has seen it. On his mercy am I- free for this while, but aimless, sodden.~

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