This is one of those "one-syllable words" fics.  Enjoy!

			TRAPPED

	He does not love me back.  Three years now, and it still wounds 
me.  I was his best choice, I was so sure of that.  I thought he would 
come to love me if he had the chance.  I gave him that chance by my plan, 
so we were wed.
	Our move, to flee her kin and his, should have made him close to 
me.  But I hear him weep and call her name in his sleep.  She has his 
love, not me.  Our child moves in my womb, and I fear for it.  He does 
not love me, will he hate our babe?
	Should I cut my hair short, strike him like she did, cook bad 
food?  Would that make him love me, or yearn for her more?  Cold tears 
run down my cheeks, for I am caught in my own snare and can not flee.


SKJAM!

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