wish a word she held
stuck to lips like annoying bit
of damaged skin
those feelings,
bound her to the ground
leaden weights of perfect love,
we he would say
his way to think a solution
including her in all but answer,
a thread of words
a string of verbal saliva,
without meaning or power
it was always his way,
why does it turn out like this,
within four walls and shingle roof,
men again provocative and arrogant,
she had known another before
but could not stop herself
women are suckers for this
this routine of men needing as he did,
wish been granted she moved again,
located keys to the sedan he said she
could not drive,
and headed out,
a single emotion clutched her heart
freedom

thanks to the Sunday Whirl and words for the promptĀ http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/wordle-80/
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