A Promise

JusJoJan Daily Prompt: Compromise 

She’s lying naked on her chest with her face supported on her cheek;

The warm hand of him was skimming all over her bare back–

From the neck to down up to the waist; frequently removing her spread hair.

Compromise…all you wanted from me…the only promise that I can’t break…–

She said under the breath controlling her tears to run out profusely–

Instead of drizzle that has already wetted the pillow.

She got pulled by him, for the second time;

First was when after undressing her, before undressing self, he pulled–

To kiss her somberly–first of type from this sex–and

(And) then throwing her to the bed, making her fall on her face…

Now she’s lying on her back; the fan was revolving at high speed;

The air swept over her naked breast, making her feel shy being naked.

He was smoking, the red kindle can be seen; firefly is the only thing–

She can found the similarity to describe the light to self.

He sweep away the frill of hair that had covered her face; she can’t determine–

Where his eyes are or what his lips expressing, but, he can feel her hand–

Brushing over naked body making her tremble in act of compromise.

The red firefly moved to the ashtray beside his pillow–the smoke–

From the thrashed stub made her cough, and, made her remember her.

As his newly-wedded husband pushed himself inside her, she shrieked–

Not in acceptance but to compromise, to keep a promise–

The promise she, her lover, made her made in her last note,–

Before she killed herself to see her happy, she’ll not follow her,–

But, will accept what her parents want; she shall not compromise her life–

For sake of love–she had also written–like her, but, will remain reticent–

And will compromise when her husband will show or made love to her…

Compromise…it’s all, you wanted from me…the only promise, that, I can’t break…–

She said to self again as her newly-wedded husband pushed himself  harder than before–

Making her bleed and letting her clutch him as she used to do to her–

After making love..compromise…she screamed inside–sounded like moan outside…

[Painting: Riposo2 by Escha van den Bogerd (1972-)]


17 responses to “A Promise”

  1. Intense!!
    So true. Sometimes it’s not nove it’s just a compromise.
    The turn in the events was very well written.


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