Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Win the Drawing

The lottery this year, I won.
It's sponsored by my church, so that
There will be a good fortune run
For all the congregation at
The ceremony, where I stand
Through my initiation rite.
The time for that is now at hand.
At the alter, I'm dressed in white.
I see my family below,
Children, parents, the man I wed.
My husband is the first to throw.
His hurled rock hits me in the head.

The winner of the lottery
Is stoned to death by family.