Handmaid’s Trials

I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me.

I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at them.

Not wanting to admit, you hate everything I stand for.

Lying to your wife, I am kind, caring and better.

Yet, you look at my red dress and hate everything we stand for.

You are a cheat- a liar- a man that should be hung on the wall.

 

You seek and want my attention, in the office of your domain.

Your scrabble games and late kisses are worth less than the spirit scrolls.

The  red- The red of my dress- that caresses my body is

Nothing more than a fabric that ties me to you.

Yes, I’m property that is all nothing else.

Stuffy cotton covering a broken used body,

Late night meetings and monthly sessions

In the presence of your wife.

----Desperately to try to alter me into the past----

 

Before your age catches you, let me remind you.

You hate everything about me and I hate everything we stand for.

From the way I think to the white mask I bare.

I never claimed to be a saint, I never would pin you as a sinner.

Your wife can’t bare the sight of us on her.

The way we embrace once a month, and you both never talk.

I embrace her envy, but I can’t take your pain.

I’m so glad you took me in feathers to see Moria again

I’m so glad I’m nothing like you or them.

In reality, I hated his heavy job, and what we did.

 

Before they walk me out, I will end our affairs here.

I have nothing to say, nothing else to give.

I hope you treat the next maid;

But never love her like you did me.

Or else an eye will blink the red and white tear away,

And we will be gone again.

 

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