Torture 1, 2 and 3 times
Jan 13, 2022
Hidden and locked away
Confined to smallness
Forced into darkness
Her heart sinking
Panic-stricken
Cupboards like prison cells
Without bars and no
Windows or air to breath
Just a stench of rotting wood
Moments felt like a lifetime
Like death awaiting my soul
Once freedom loomed
Humiliated with words
Discredited by an audience
With hatred upon their faces
Within their eyes fulfilled
By her downfalls
While one audience snickered
Another pleased himself
Torture 1, 2 and 3 times
Yet she came away
Ravaged, wounded
With survival on her mind
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