Upon the hill overlooking the city the stately mansion stood
inside the goddess dwelled, adorned in every fashionable pleasure,
legend and gossip spoke in envy of this homecoming queen in affluence's heaven.
By morning's light she rose alone in her bedroom chamber,
doors a perfect barrier for hiding secret that her husband often slept elsewhere.
Make up and Visine used to mask her tears from loneliness,
her eyes unable to hide the dreams of way to escape life in bounty's Hades,
Trapped by needs of kids, though all three were hopelessly dysfunctional,
she swallowed the tranquilizers to subdue the cocktail of guilt and depression,
slipping on her golden bracelets to cover up the razor blade scars on wrists.
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