Second Chance

The  light  went out  as  the  door slammed  shut and  she  was alone  again.

Thrown against  the  wall she  suffered  physical  and  mental  pain.

Silent  and  dark  was  better  than the  light  when they are  there

The  groping  the jokes  the  filthy  things  they did  to her

Captive, their plaything, she  was imprisoned  for her no one had a care.


She  was once  the  star  the main attraction  when  she  was on view

Everyone one  stopped  to  look, she  was  the  vogue  embodying the new.

Now  she  was left in here, alone  her  arm twisted  and  set behind her  back

All she  could  do was dream of  better  days  when things  were right on track.


The  light  came  on  and  she  closed  her  eyes  and hung  her  head

She  did  not  want to  see  them,  her  tormentors , she wished  them dead.

But  gentle hands  touched  her  and  carefully lifting  her  from the  wall

No  harsh  or  brutal  moves,  they lifted  her  head  and  her arm and  she stood tall.


A voice full of  excitement and hope  said  she  will be  perfect

That’s  fine  said  one of  the  men  she dated  and  a reject.

Later  after  being  washed  and  dressed  she looked  the part

Up on  a pedestal the  centre  of  attention….. she  was art!

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