It was difficult not to look.
As much as I wanted to turn away,
my eyes became transfixed, locked
on the gentle sway of her body.
Though I had seen others like this before,
she was a first. A beautiful woman
who drew every man's eye;
her public display, nothing short of a scandal.
I asked a stranger standing next to me.
He too could not take his eyes off her.
He shrugged his shoulders and coughed
nervously, before answering in a whisper.
"This is my first time here," he said,
"I heard she murdered her husband in his sleep."
We watched her body dance, swaying slowly,
adorned by the braided necklace of the hangman.