Her fear arises, pleasantly piling
leaving her alone and neglected
she stays faithful
she claims love is all needed, though what she
fails to see is his past never will she leave
his grasp or his obsession with sins
of the past < br>she enjoys gifts and bribery from him
with but not one turning cheek, she obliviates
pieces of unknown femme insanity begins to
swallow her heart
watching him being entertained with her
constant stupidities and childish ways is
disguised with his glare
she dreams of marriage and children, things she
has never had before, tis her nature to be
a dreamer
he dreams of an undigested bitter past,
consumed and paused in his past without a
glance towards his future, she lies beneath his
claw awaiting her fate by him
she negotiates and believes that sacrifice
is a form of love, yet he screeches and all is
forgotten
she sacrificed everything she had, a rebuilt
life, accomplished and accumilated and he cares
for her, as if he were her father not
comprehending this, she falls away by all she
had known, she has withered, torn, and broken
in the nest where more than one woman has laid
before her
she meets her fate, decided by yet another she
has determined her date with death
all for love she meets with the firey gates of
hell he is relieved of her presence and is off
to find another victim though as plain as day,
she was no victim

©2001 Lily Santoya