A/N: Written for the Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Azulongmon's Task (write about a conflict), and for the If You Dare Challenge, #002 – vague misery.
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163. Bewitched to Love
He's washed his hands of her,
set the record straight –
Bewitched indeed:
a head full of fog has been cleaned this day
and he's recoiled: what an ugly witch she was,
someone he can never have thought to love
(but she'd been so heartbroken, so pleading,
begging him to stay, to love her,
showing the bump on her stomach:
the child she carried –
his child –)
He's fled from her, from that life:
he doesn't know how it could be,
how he could have eloped with her,
taken her to bed,
impregnated her –
But it has happened, as though under some spell
or dream, and he is done with that lie;
he's washed his hands of her
(but, sometimes, later, in bed with his new wife,
he remembers that utter love on her face
and that little bump.)