Coop

The poor soul could not revenge,

A cheating spouse

Manipulative sister-in-laws

Greedy conniving relatives;

Because of their plans

She now lives in this

Cocoon

Eying her massive wealth

Jewelleries, fat bank balance

They lose their good sense

Turn against,

Sheila;

Because of them

She has no exit!

Spirit

Walk through

The jungle epitaph

Eerie silent solitude,

Rustle in the breeze

Whisper to her soul

“Fortitude Sheila Fortitude”

The gang of four

An additional more isolate her

Not find the need Sheila should breathe.

All because of avarice, her end, they conspire.

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