the walls, the wire, the cotton soft cloths
she strikes to disfigurement and mayhems with ravaged vital force
the child inside is frantic and out with all control... and control?
ha what a hopeless word to her
a manipulation of the soul
as God watched and no one knew
what laid behind these walls
her tongue can silence the screams
and yet her hand never seeked such thirst to beat again
naked, wild and drenched
she takes the cotton cloths and wraps her pain with ease
mind she recollects
remembering nothing but how soft and falls to sleep
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