Newsprint Wrapping

Slogging through the slough

Of mediocrity

She cried out in desperation

For a little juice

And excitation in the partnership

They had.

He set out to be a lover of another

Though and

Among other cruelties like

Constant blaming

Insulting, and shaming, and demanding 

Duty

Till she had no energy,

Giving

His lover clothes from the boutique

While she adorned 

Her body in dull, drab, dowdy rags

Was action venom.

The deliberate mishandling, tampering playing 

With her appearance 

to be seen as nothing

To others 

As well,

Bruised her soul.

But bruises heal and hearts grow stronger

When one

Breathes a little longer

And smiles

Inward, looking upward.

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