Lips pressed against a crystal glass,
she gazes at the stars.
A prisoner, she scans the sky
from Jupiter to Mars.
Within this arranged marriage,
her future has been cinched.
Trapped within tradition,
her fire has been quenched.
Blind terror fills her body
as she thinks of what she’ll lose,
for it is another
she’d have if she could choose.
A pity that she has to take
this means of her escape,
as she tucks the lethal bottle
in the pocket of her cape
and drinks the draught in one fast gulp,
then lets out one long sigh
as she enters that dark tunnel
that leads from Earth to sky.
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 628 prompts are: blind lips body escape pressed pitied tunnel lose trapped fire glass stars (Image by Louis Galvez on Unsplash.)

A very poignant story Judy
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Thanks, Sadje. The prompts seemed to attract a sad tale.
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Even for you that is amazingly good
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When I think of all the generations of arranged marriages in every culture of the world, it makes my head spin. Can’t imagine how hard it would be to be linked with soemone you don’t love for a lifetime.
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Good one!
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Awesome, moving work J. Thanks.
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So sad and maybe too true~! But well expressed about a subject little known. Thanks.
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Feeling trapped to a place where death is preferred over life is a horrific state of mind to be in. I wish she would have explored just one other option 😦
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💔
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Poignant. Chilling and believable. Great rhyme yells the story powerfully
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Tragic story.
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My grandparents marriage was arranged but it worked out.
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I’m sure many do.. Lucky them.
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Sad story. Your rhyming skills amaze me!
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