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Castle Contract

The power of release

By Ruth StewartPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
Top Story - December 2025
Nightcafe and I

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.”

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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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    Written by Ruth Stewart