"Into the lake!" Cries Cassandra LaPait,
As she peers into the depths below.
"Mere cinder blocks shall establish my fate!"
She whispers, sliding them off the bow.
The uncoiling rope hissed the sentence,
Whilst she watched in emotionless stare.
The jerk of her body – a watery repentance.
Her eardrums collapsing as she sinks without air.
A distant clock dead at half past four,
As Cassandra LaPait considers her strife.
“A husband’s fist shall strike me no more!”
She speaks through the waters at the end of her life.
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