There she is

Immured
and naked as wood,
there she soaks in a bath of wine.

Two-faced

as she grins in disgrace,
there she lets him flip the coin.

Martyred

like ice cube on the water,
there she breaks happily.

Fazed her

with relish of blade and razor,
there the wind expires.

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