Trapped

Her eyes are large,
From behind bars and shuttered windows,
Hung with gaudy curtains,
And streaked glass,
That have seen better days,
She watches the perfect world,
Just beyond her tiny hands,
The neon lights,
That glare a garish red,
Painting her face,
Where no makeup should yet be introduced,
And when they come for her,
She clings to the one truth,
She was once loved,
Now she is abused,
Stares at the ceiling,
While the bed moves.

~Rei Shiori