My Last Dance
Suffocating–
Choking–
I can hardly breath,
But I’m passed, dipped, and held,
I feel their hands burning my skin,
How I hate my kin,
Dip, curtsy, bow,
And again!
My life’s arranged,
No matter how much I rage,
I cannot free myself from this cage,
Though my husbands a lecher,
And he’s had four trenchers,
He’s richer than most,
And though he takes my purity,
I take his charity,
Oh, what lovely dresses, and jewels!
Though this unions a farce,
I sparse pay a care,
For I’ll slit my own wrists,
To keep his lusts at bay,
May I, oh, may I?
He begs, while I bat my eyelashes,
And point to my sheets,
Crying out in joy,
To not be his toy,
Knowing my fate,
I let him mate,
Doing what any dutiful wife would do,
And tolerate his gyrations,
For fertilization is my station,
Consummation is my ratification,
When husband’s displeased,
He’ll be appeased, by me on my knees,
My children will be my guarantee,
Of freedom,
The finale arrives,
Dip, twirl, bow,
I am twirled around,
Passed from suitor to suitor,
My last night of freedom,
I make it my best show,
Dip, turn, twirl,
Sailing through the air,
I land on the rail,
Arms outstretched,
Silence throughout the crowd,
A faint smile on my lips,
As I fall back, and let the nothingness
consume me.
