Time Around Scars
She wonders if she is dying. The pain is strangely dull. Yet life is slipping, though red-stained fingers, to the floor.
She picks up her sword, the amulet her mother gave her. She lies on the bed, closes her eyes, waits for darkness.
When they find me, they will be sorry.
A knock. Her nurse approaches, pokes her in the arm. "Silly child. You're a woman now."
Afterwards, she hears hallway voices; watches her uncle's advisor demand the bedclothes, eyes fixed on her shame.
He turns to her, licks his pale lips, and smiles.
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