There’s this man
He whispers in her ear
his words turn her soul black
he showers her neck with kisses
those load her veins with acid
It pains
It burns her alive
In the supreme climax of life,
that’s where he finds her,
his love
his queen
his everything
In that moment, that exact same moment
Her demons come alive
The forgotten nightmare returns
She breaks
She shatters
She evaporates
He moves away …
and as he leaves
he covers her in a blanket of dirt
The dirt that’s: her shame,
her disgrace,
her indignity
Her duty is his pleasure
His pleasures are her monsters
This man,
Is the man they call her husband
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Thank you so very much.
Natasha