Skin hung loosely on a tiny frame
A stoic face masked her fear
Lips parted in a sandpaper smile
Eyes housed the despair

Shivering she sat on a barren floor
Praying to the angel of death
Sunshine bled through iron bars
Seducing her with warm breath

Dancing upon her dampened skin
She pleaded with the sun to stay
But as the stench of night overcame them
Her suitor crept away

She was left alone; exposed
As night defeated day
Freedom’s sweet fragrance
Never enjoyed until taken away

photo credit: Giandomenico Ricci via photopin cc


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