A Witness To Trial I Am Not

A man killed me today,
for raising my voice against him
a Woman's Offense,
I could not break down that fence
he had erected around his heart
--and now he's locked me out.
He didn't even bury me. 
I begged for mercy
from his cruelty

--and he struck me dead.

I guess it's my own fault:
I saw the knife in his hand
that he intended for my back,
every night, as I crawled into his bed.

This is why I keep a scorpion on my spine-
a creepy creature of Betrayal,
it follows me everywhere
so that I cannot hide 
when these stinging blows are struck.

At least have the decency
to shut my eyes
and let the skies
shed their tears for me.
Inter me to the ground,
lay me down 
                    to rest.

So that when the sun comes again,
I might regrow,
a bloodless virgin,
I will photosynthesize
the light in your unfeeling eyes.

And though I didn't deserve it,
you felt it wasn't worth it
to keep me alive. 
So forgive me if I do not apologize
for this rotting smell.
It's just as well-
I was never much good at telling lies.