Head bowed to her chest.
In a chamber of darkness she's left.
She waits hiding in corners.
As only she can in her obsolete world.
Rocking fro and to.
For she's confused.
Apparently.
Phony facade.

Placating herself with her words.
She rarely speaks.
Her tongue is tied.
Her lips are stitched,
Eyes open wide.
She sits and she watches.
Keen and mean in observation.

He knows what she's about.
As only a loyal servant should.
A man servant.
She takes no prisoners.
He perceives her every thought.
Before each enters her head.
Her brain is full of fire.
Although her body nearly dead.
Slaughtered by love perhaps.
By ladylivvi1

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