Another rejected one. I did something unusual with the formatting, but I can't quite remember what so I've tried to approximate it here:
No
(Scream it
For all the good it'll do)
A marriage bed,
this ain't
All hands, no heart
no help
He's king
Again
Again
Again
Lie flat,
sleep
And let the tears
come
Secret, beneath your
eyelids
Tell no one
They all know
anyway
And laugh
Sneak home
In bloody clothes
Carry
your new wound
In stricken hands
Count your bruises
One by one
Try it on for size
Who are you
now?
Not his
Not this
Nothing, surely
No queen
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