Castle Contract
The power of release

Come, lean against me, my love
Your head against my shoulder,
I bend my neck and breathe in your curls.
I cannot hold you;
My wrists and ankles shackled to these castle walls.
Contract castle, Castle Contract
Come, let me look at your face,
Beauteous face,
It eases my pain, my torment, for a moment.
The shackles have worn callouses,
My skin, trying to protect me.
I am still so very broken.
For the castle walls have dragged through my skin,
My open wounds weep.
The infection, the pus, the maggots.
Ah, the bitter irony,
The maggots, writhing in me, biting me, excruciating
Will one day fly away, yet I am here still.
A long time ago,
Once there was hope,
Castle contract, Contract Castle …
… it will end soon. Do not weep my love, for
Death will be my sweet release, and I welcome it.
As the contract decrees:
“ ‘Til death do us part.”
About the Creator
Ruth Stewart
Ruth is disabled - ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia. Pro-women, always. Married with adult children. Dog and bird parent. Lives in Scotland, UK
"In a world where you can be anything, be kind." Caroline Flack
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