Riddle-Poem 2/22/2026

Fifty minus one—do the math—
We’re trying to fill a ritual bath
To wash away our mortal sins:
Daggers disguised as neat hairpins
Once filled our husbands’ hearts with holes.
So now, our sad and restless souls,
Whenever we upturn a spout,
Observe no water pouring out.

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