After and Before

Rain drops
I check the doors
All locked
Except for yours

I knock
Once more
Feeling sorry
I broke the door

I enter before
Someone yells
It’s a war

I found her
On the floor
Looking like
A flower store

Ignore the gore
I cried
For more

I deplore
The chore
Atoning for
My trifles
As a god of war.

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