Leaving the shanty town

She left…

She choked
on her cruel words
of me

A month ago
we both were by
our opposite doors
face-me-I-face-you
She was casting off chaff
from beans
I, painting a parody
of my painting

She said I was worse
than the chaff cast off
a good-for-nothing

The true painting
will by morrow be auctioned
I too will leave this shanty town

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