Lying in a pool
of stale beer and dogends.
Inert and bloated,
poisoned by life itself.
The unhappy child
of a destiny controlled by others
became the victim she was brought up to be.
She fulfilled her father's every expectation,
School was the first hurdle she hit,
alcohol the second.
She bathed her wounds daily
in higher spirits.
The husband was her blessing.
An unwanted, unloved, unfeeling blessing
wrapped in the cloth of pain and violence.
Then one night she snapped.
She became a samurai
for a few precious moments
and died happy
in a pool of stale beer and dogends.