On Marriage to Him
Line after line
cling to emptiness.
Raindrops on
hot,
parched sand.
Webs enmeshed
between,
through,
and around
a labyrinth of deceit,
twisted and wound so tight
blindness becomes a way of life.
Stay still
lest you fall deeper
and lose.
Never breathe or move.
Never speak or argue.
Never be.
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