The bruises adore her body, every night,
The bluish bitten marks are real as the sun,
The red thick liquid
That is oozing from her lips,
Like the honey drips,
Was the kiss of her Prince.
Her lashes, like a skittish deer,
Are wet
With the salted wounds,
And her mind is raging at the thought
Of the deceived love.
She is confined
By her Prince in a shining armor,
In her dismal concreted chamber,
Far away from that lush greenery field,
That, once,
Used to be her home.
She is searching through the darkness, in vain,
To find the dream,
Now, lost in the eternal damnation,
Or, anything,
That can pull her up from drowning
In the cold ocean,
That leads to the underworld
Of the perpetual castigation.
The waves of pain
That is flowing through her veins,
Weakening her spirit of life
And with her, slowly, closing eyes,
The glimmering hope
Of conquering his heart
Is dying.
The warm touch
On her gradually freezing body,
Wakes her up from the deathly slumber.
The soft rays of the sunrise,
Coming in through the ajar window,
Inchmeal, illuminating her dark chamber
With the orange luminance.
She uplifts her broken limbs
With a great, tiring effort
And approaches the window
With her tottering steps.
With trembling hands,
She opens the window, wide,
And let herself bathe in the shower Of the beautiful golden light.
The dawn has, finally, come,
Putting an end to her insufferable dark nights,
Irradiating the dungeon of her heart, Where she was imprisoned, By her own,
Believing his false promises and oaths,
That he had made on the day, that bound them together, for life.
He has violated his pledges,
So, emancipated her from the knot
That held them together, so long.
Now, she is free
To fly out of this iron cage,
Soaring to that beautiful, spacious sky.
The determination is as strong
As the stoic mountain,
That she would not let his words,
Make her dupe, like always.
She would not let him mark her,
As the man of the society
Can do whatever they pleases.
It's her life,
Only she has the right
To decide
And she has chosen to step out into the world of light,
Leaving the darkness, behind.
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