And she wept.
Yea, she wept.
Why would you expect anything less?
With the life that she lead,
The man she wed.
The obscenity of her reality.
Oh,
She’s a broken dime store doll.
Cheap porcelain and faded watercolors.
Nothing more making up her person,
Nothing underneath.
So what did you expect?
Tell me,
What did you expect?
What other options lay before her.
What other road to choose?
A bleak and desperate
Act of sorrorw,
Of anger,
Of guilt,
Of fear.
A swinging rope.
Abhorred. Yet necessary
A makeshift choker
Noose.
The light breezes sways the body gently.
So what did you expect?
Tell me, What did you expect?.
Author notes
sometimes i get soo sick of people...
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