Humpback

She carries crosses;

they hang ’round her neck,

one for each love spurned–

gold plated contempt, 

as heavy as death.

Ev’ry morning she wakes, a wake service,

she weeps.

The burden twists her spine.

She was beautiful, once.

They’d all thought so.

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