Decree Nisi

Her mourning legs, veiled in black stockings,
traipse through their once happy
now tarnished threshold.
She follows the trail of petals
which leads to a sea of peonies
lacing the wood framed bed.
She bends over. Rips off the tights
one by one, before collapsing
into the waterfall of sheets.
On impact, the peonies take flight –
grow wings and cavort in the open air
to the sonance of their new found freedom.

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