Breeze

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White cotton curtains drifted in the breeze,
snows had receded into a damp mat of leaves.
The temperature was perfect, wind sang to the trees
above scampering squirrels and dark spider weaves.

She shook out her rugs and made the bed,
unknowing what approached to cause her harm.
He had watched her as she had slowly tread
the quiet neighborhood without a bit of alarm.

He had followed her footsteps at a distance,
Coveting her lips and smooth flowing hair.
His eyes traced her form, he becoming tense,
anticipating when his dark needs would flare.

Happiness drained from her beautiful face
as the man appeared seething with anger.
She was unable to escape his raging embrace,
could only reel back from him, no stranger.

White eyelet sheets now stained with scarlet,
streaks of his hate come to red liquid life.
Her flowing hair became one matted ringlet
because she had refused to be his own wife.

Breeze flowing through the streaked window
ceased as night quietly covered the sight
of a woman who had become a sad widow
then given her life without a real fight.


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