Freedom of Choice

In the depths of her sorrow
She paid for tomorrow
In rivers of crimson
On white.

How the tiles once sparkled
Now sticky and darkled
Screamed her choice to the moon
That night.

As her eyelids grew heavy
Flesh rent like a levee
By emotional storms

Her wounded spirit now free
Peace she sought to now be
No more secrets from which
To hide.

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