The door opened
Her fate was sealed
Her body was fed on.
It will again be.
He walked in, no looks exchanged
Only sheaths over the bodies undone.
His cold hands loitered about her murderous curves,
Like a trained machine she moved, shrieked and held.
He widened her legs,
His beastly hands and more, hustled into her;
She fluttered her legs, clenched the dirty yellow sheet
She was exploited, to the core.
He left, threw a fifty at her face,
Perhaps the only time he saw it.
The yellow bulb hanging lose at the ceiling
Had only ever looked at her enough;
Looked at the helplessness in her eyes that lost the innocence.
The blue-green walls speak and write of her day,
Of her night, of her noon,
And the door opened, again.
Priyanka Bhardwaj
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