The weary fool waits somewhere,
Huffing and puffing
As she is nowhere to be seen
Gone with the wind
She would come back for more
Wasn't this the way before?

"It will be different, I promise"
He says, dangling the temptation
Right under her sunburnt nose,
Peppered with freckles
And she refuses
Refuses to play the fool
The dream ends there
Again.

The truth is
Her body is still his,
To control and to break
Over and over
But her soul is still alive
I can see it in her
As she comes here daily
Smiling just as bright
Smiling as the unseen metal shackles
Brand her skin red
Smiling as the weight of his threats,
Sink into the depths of her soul
Smiling as she lives
To see another sunny day