Happy Marriage

My life, like a sandbar, has been taken over by a monster of a man who wants my body under his control so that, if he wishes, he can spit in my face, slap me on the cheek, pinch my rear; so that, if he wishes, he can rob me of the clothes, take my naked beauty in his grip; so that, if he wishes. he can chain my feet, with no qualms whatsoever whip me, chop off my hands, my fingers, sprinkle salt in the open wound, throw ground-up black pepper in my eyes, with a dagger can slash my thigh, can string me up and hang me. His goal: to control my heart so that I would love him; in my lonely house at night sleepless, full of anxiety, clutching at the window grille, I would wait for him and sob; tears rolling down, I would bake homemade bread, would drink, as if they were ambrosia, the filthy liquids of his polygynous body so that, loving him, I would melt like wax, not turning my eyes toward any other man. I would give proof of my chastity all my life. So that, loving him, on some moonlit night I would commit suicide in a fit of ecstasy.