poetry

The only choice

So be it

Her mind to unfold

An endless pit

Of secrets untold

They wonder

What does she hide

Seeking in the yonder

Not seeing what lay beside

Today, she revealed

Making clear signs

Long ago concealed

Her pain and her whines

Their eyes raised

Eager to see 

To be amazed

Of what came to be

Comes forth a photo

A marriage of violence

Bruises and his motto

Her tears shed in silence

His last attempt

Her throat slit

An image of contempt

A union or misfit?

And so spoke the court

The judge raised his voice

Off with his throat

Was the only choice

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