she lies there at the trucker's feet
with a facade like smashed orange
ignoring her whimpering
he keeps driving in the wilderness
windows shut tight, it smells of her empty
guts, intermingling with his sweat
is he her savior or her kidnapper
she is in no state to contemplate that
she closes her eyes in that darkness
watching purple light dancing bright
and carries leftover conversations
silently with her very ownself
in the twilight of wakefulness
she is jolted out when he stops
feeding her a piece of dried bread
accompanied by tepid water
'exercising a great restrain,
she feeds on it slowly, savouring each bite
in her hunger nothing has tasted so good'
carries leftover conversations was donated by Deb of stonemoss.org. Do check out Read Write Poem.
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