hangwoman

at the first
you are inundated
with feigned fulsome.

later, blandiloquence
bequeaths itchy garlands
and laurels around
your neck,

a noose of neglect,
Purgatory for
for the wholly Jilted.

you will find
comfort in the constricting
cords; delight compromises
and fear subsides.

here you are, after all,
on the Gallows Pole.