He looked at her with eyes on hold,
His fingers gripping a neck so bold.
Wrapped around her fragile esophagus,
Her diluted eyes sang a new chorus.
Veins that curdled to resupply the air,
Trying to recover—reviving in despair.
A face that turned from red to blue,
His take on life never felt so true.
Who knew what awaited young Dercy—
Shouting before, now begging for mercy.
She raised her voice, instilled her fear,
He's doing the same, a love so sincere.
Her body finally accepting her fate,
Forgiveness came, a bit too late.
A tough job of hands, no mess to clean;
He's not evil—just shy from within.