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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