The weight of his left arm It still bore heavily upon her. She felt crushed. Could this make it right? A sudden embarrassment overcame her. Had he noticed her reciting their vows to the rhythm of his thrusts? She hoped he had, Although it hardly made a difference Now.. The Wetness Liquid spreading between her legs It would not let her forget. She shivered. Still placing her hand between her thighs, She pulled it in deeper Wanting it to act as a reminder. Her Sin; Theirs. His manhood where no other would ever be Again. The wetness The pain The weight of their shame She turned to her side, struggling to move. Is this how it would feel.. Forever? She smiled ambivalent. Fresh memories of him Her screams and longing Unusual desires. The covenant Her hymen, A seal Now broken. The wetness She smiled satisfied. Yes, This would probably make it right. No longer feeling the heaviness of his arm, She pulled out the knife Where his manhood had yesternight lain. The wetness Her blood. No more shame, no more pain. Yes, she sighed, I am not dying in vain.