The Escape

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.)