Her pen is poised,
Her mind, unruffled
A strange smile plays on her lips.
The knife caged in her iron grip
Glistens in the moonlight,
Today, she shall set her lover free.
As the first word gets etched,
The blade pierces her skin.
She winces as blood oozes through the wound,
Inking the words she writes.
With each word she inscribes,
Deeper delves the knife,
Mercilessly lacerating each muscle
That dares to stand in its way.
She writhes in agony.
Tears flow unbridled as
She wrestles the stranglehold
Of the pain trying to conquer her.
Her fingers slowly turn numb.
She knows not how much more she can write. But she perseveres.
She shall set her lover free.
She twists the knife and thrusts it deeper.
The overpowering pain
Becomes her ally now.
It keeps her awake.
It edges her on.
She writes until she can no more.
Its time for her to leave.
Clutching his last letter to her heart,
She sinks to the ground.
He thought she is perfect for him,
She knows she never will be.
Her broken and flawed self
Is unworthy of him.
He deserves no one like her.
She wants him to live a worthy life,
One that unshackles him from her.
Ergo, she offers herself to Him,
To set her lover free.