He flungs open the door
And there she lies on the floor
Cruelly locked in the chain
That embeds her soul in pain
She chokes on the stench of his might
As her eyelids lower in fright
He beats her with the whip of fury
Then kisses her with the lip of misery
Lustfully, he lies with her
She cries; he doesn't care
She hates her cage
She longs to flee
She fears his rage
She wants to be free
His mean eyes see her as a beast
His perverted heart portrays her as a feast
He gives raw meat for her meal
Her young, stale, ilk
Rescuing her is my wish
But I can't lest
She shares in the same wish
I pray someday she escapes
To sweeter life than grapes
But until then
She's still in that cage
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