Slipping in her Soul

Blessed with such an imagination,

What others tell their human activities

My mind a factory that paints each action.

To an extent ranging from vague trivialities,

Of sublime scenario and such ornamentation

Help sink in those gruesome realities.

As if actually passing through that narration.

Not just once but for days adapting personalities

Of victims to understand their pain and tribulation

But slipping in her shoes following her trajectories

Most painful every time let loose, my imagination.

Jumping from height beyond one’s capacities.

As she tried to escape from captivation.

But held back by his allies with atrocities,

Scared and bruised her body without hesitation,

What horror she was trapped in facing hostilities

Beheading her completed his monstrous transformation.

We stand by her in times of complexities

But my mind literally swapped me to her situation.

Feeling each of those bruises on my soul with severity,

As she felt in that animal habitation.

A complete trap was laid by his associates,

So she set out without a doubt or

suspicion,

We women suffer much casualties,

Thinking we live in a decent civilization

Not knowing we fall a trap to darker societies,

Where wolves are let loose to overcome frustration.

Such partners in crime are his parents sensibilities,

And yet they expect to be set free for further ruination.

These parents are a threat for more casualties,

And their liberty a cause for life of lamentation

Let us not be the judge of wronged personalities,

For it could have been any of us in that situation

When pointing a finger to doubt others integrities

There are three pointing at your position.

What were her struggles, her reasons and disabilities?

None has right of her character assassination.