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the man that she married gives her few
gifts
just wraps her in misery and pain
he kicks her and slaps her but won't let her cry out
she knows only smolders, she wants to know flame
the only relief from a day full of shadows
is a violet window in this room where they stay
frayed drapes are a mouth, smeared glass is a smile
dull panes capture pain but have nothing to say
this time she won't cower, recoil from
his slap
he hits her but she pushes him back to the wall
he slips on the rug, through soiled drapes he does crash
the window shatters like leaves frozen in fall
diamonds of glass echo long broken dreams
falling panes release misery to spill through the night
the screaming blackbirds are loosed from her cage
they leave her body on their enraged flight
the violet window, its glass broken and
gone
in front of this window a widow now stands
drapes torn and bloody tell what has gone on here
freedom she sees in the blood on her hands
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