To the Judge...

To the Judge who Let the man go "sort his affairs" after he killed woman

She could not turn into a fierce dog
to fight off her attackers
she could not jump the cliff
at her own accord
She could not give away her plants
write her goodbyes, pay her last bills,
kiss her babies goodbye.
She could not, was not given the
option of putting her makeup on.
Her heart never mended, the
bruises never healed.
No one held her hand
drove her to meet death
no one stopped death for her