Simmering shadows slide through the doors,
Smothering slight light creeping in.
Smoldering rays of embers ablaze,
Sitting, she, shaking on the floor.
Tumultuously timid, gets up, runs,
Tied down by two doors kept tight aground.
Timing is teaching her tiny feet,
To slowly tip-toe as if it were fun.
Patiently waits, counts pennies for days,
Perverse and opposed to her sight.
Persistent his tongue enflamed and pure,
Passing fire in painless ways.
What he cant see will not affect his woe,
Wavering over the thought of her.
Water begins to wash over the walls,
Willingness she had to fight will go.
Some say she was tough,
Too tough to know survival.
Proud he was too proud,
Wonders if love was enough.
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