Does she know?
Can she know?
What she has done to you.
To be locked away behind cold walls.
Hearing the unaccustomed noises, the grunts of animals.
Passing each moment,
waiting for the clock to tick, to change to another minute, hour, day.
This is where she put you.
BUT yet you still need ... you need to hear her voice.
Even if it is a voice filled with anger or recrimination.
Yes, she put you there.
ALONE! A few paltry phone calls.
A letter or two.
A visit, making herself look good.
Like a prize cow at the fair,
She has sent you to slaughter ... but still you wait.
