Pogrom

i came from work today to find the neighborhoods wives still
unfound. the police say these things take time, take patience. im
losing mine, because the longer this takes, the longer We have to keep
the act together, and its not easy. i wish they would kindly give up
the search. if they dont soon, i know one of Us will let it slip out,
let the cat out of the bag. i know ive wanted to once or twice just to
end this madness, but They depend on me as i depend on Them. We depend
on Us and All signed in blood. it was the right thing to do, no doubt
about it. well, not the "right" thing necessarily, but a good thing.
the best thing we could think of....
they were nothing like the ones on tv. nothing like the ones we grew
up watching on donna reed or dick van dyke or leave it to beaver. they
seemed so much dirtier and sloppier than women shouldve been; should
ever be. and they were whores. not literally, but they had an air about
them that you couldnt stand to breathe.
so We did what had to be done. a resolution. the birth of an
understanding We believe will spread like wildfire shortly and burn the
sins away. make everything new again.
but We wont be martyrs for a cause We should never have been forced to
correct; wont be put to death for Our self-defense.
i say it alone at night, to get it out of my system. to keep a hold of
it tightly. to make it mine, so i wont ever want to share it.
"theyre all at the bottom of the river, handcuffed to old
lawnmowers."