Canceled Gaze.
anceled gaze on a grey face.
Grave, the place where her mind lays
Sporadic temperament of a husband
she is slave to,
make no sudden movements,
she's likely to knife you.

A viscious angel
wasn't born among barbed wire
but thorns grew around the roses
that imprison her now

Chamomile flowers
soothe her wounds
adn her womb bears a child
she devotes herself to.

Her veil cancels any expression
that should appear on her brow
but observing her embraces
her love escapes the shroud.