There is a violence
in your silence
and I lie here,
battered, bruised
and bleeding
deep in the gutter,
while all I can see is
your cold eyes
looking down upon me
weighing, judging,
deciding,
and then you walk away
and the sky opens up above me,
vast, black,
starless,
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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