Cochineal

The red henna engraves his name.

Maroon bangles fettered my fate.

Golden anklets shackle my walk.

Scarlett tears oozed drop by drop.

I hobble around, for some aid I call.

But golden chain strap and block.

I am strained to sit down the hall of flames.

The red vermillion is dumped upon my face.

I cry, I plead but accept my fate.

And now,

I am his dutiful wife, forever my life,

Even though,

I am fourteen and he is thirty-nine.