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Widow
Alone, she sits there naked.
Shivers sent down her spine.
No words to explain her stillness,
the emptiness she bares inside.
Alone, she sits there with tears
Camouflaged with running water.
Repetitious thoughts run through her head:
Murder. Murder. Murder.
Alone, she sits there naked.
She recalls her wreckoned life.
She married a guy everyone claimed a saint.
Only she knew he battered his wife.
Alone, she stands there naked.
She didn't want to witness this trauma,
But she had to.
She had to help herself.
So she got away with murder.
