(Note: The following is not a limerick.)
I,
the condemned,
await my fate alone.
My head gripped by the mask
that hides my face from those who
hold the instruments of my destruction.
Lest they should glimpse the humanity in my eyes
and in that last moment falter and relent
in their determination to punish me
for my crime of inconvenience.
So, like an executioners hood
The womb covers my face,
and my cry goes
unheard.
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