Word of the Day Challenge #80-Untitled Poem

Stare in the mirror
bedecked
beribboned
sacrificial lamb to the slaughter
service to family
to country
not for love.
Smile bright
let no one see the fear
already dreading this night…..
the next few years.
Cowardice lay the nunnery
death for family
derth of friends
stand
do ones duty
this is a must
there is no escape.
Born for this…..
Bred for this…..
look not forlorn
look not askew
a kindness of ravens
autumn’s bare branches alit
harbinger of someone’s death.
Giggling
snorting
dirty puns
saucy peek-a-boo
for the wedding night.
Stripped
laced into bed
knife beneath her pillow.
They thought she had hit the jackpot.
They thought he was the answer to their prayers…..
right they were
not the way they thought
having no idea of the plot
roll the dice
pawn to king
move with dignity.
Bow to partner
curtsy to foe
first step has been made
only she knew the rules
knew the truth
knew how the game was to be played.
©Jan. 5 2020
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Part One (Of What am Unsure)

She sank beneath the bubbles. Drunk on rum numbed feeling nothing. This was life. This was lie. Eyes half lidded inhaling lavender scent relaxed no one would hurt her here. It had been promised. This was a safe zone. No man could touch her without permission. Her permission. Narrowed squinting seeing which did she want to warm her bed tonight. Licking purpled lips forked tongue speak with ill intent.
They came for her in the darkness. Shadow men pulling her from her bed. Mouth sealed screams choked scratches upon their chests. Grit teeth. Pull forth from that nightmare no longer allowing any to rule her days. Her nights. Shudder sit upright nightlight shines upon the pillow bathing her with warm light. Lay back head on pillow deep breath in tears leak from sleepy eyes cold witness to damage done her him as child……
Cinnamon scented air…..hazed gaze lips ruby red place hand upon breast swear not to hurt her again so they always say. Locked in nightmares. Has no way forward. There is never a way backward. Lost cesspool bottomless drug deadened eyes helpless raggedy ann drool upon lip please whisper for freedom desperate measures howl with silent despair. Memories eclipse pain……pain deadens memories……unfaced……unwanted……
Howl at the moon. Full blood red no one can fool the riot. Lupine sleek flow with shadows stand tall against evil backdrop of stone onyx protector befouled rumored rogue silvered blade licked steel. Kneel before you my queen hear me in the depths of your angst your pleas for death overridden I serve I swear awaken. Pulled forth to now to never eyes widen with pain with success blooded knees a cross to be borne.
Jan. 4 2020