The Honeymoon.

Stark clothing piled on the bed.

Only a reminder of the trip,

unwanted and basically endless.

Not like she has a choice anyway,

its either travel or be travelled upon.

 

Sure, she could say no,

but he'd see to it that her pliable mind was changed...

   to his liking of course.

For that was the only liking to which any attention was paid,

like the battle between a new teacher and the class clown...

on the first day of school.

 

Solemnly she loaded her suitcase.

All the while mapping out flawed escape plans.

She'd be going, oh yes, she'd be going,

for he'd made it clear she was his

when he'd forced the "I do's" upon her tear ridden face.

At least there's sunshine in the Carribbean she thought...

   at least there's that.

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