Bruises like tattoos
fade but never dissolve.
A Body broken, broken, and broken
with a Spirit to match.
Heart abandoned long ago.
The Mind is all that remains
but with disuse it too fades.
She is not one of those
weeping doe-eyed girls
staying out of some duty,
some desperation to save man
from his own nature.
She is not one of those
accepting this narrow field
as the world in whole.
And yet she stays.
Love deserved, accepted;
and what right has she to earn?
She eats and eats and eats
to feed the soul
starving the body.
What use is one lacking other?
False matrydom, this life.
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