Her dress is ratty,
Mangled,
Snared.
The ropes are tight,
Bemired,
Crimson.
The wounds are bleeding,
Prickling,
Aching.
Her scars are aged,
Colorless,
Undesired.
She will run,
Scamper,
Scramble.
For the freedom before her,
Unreachable,
Unattainable.
Her captors drag her,
Shrieking,
Clambering.
Back to the dungeons,
Begrimed,
Contaminated.
Where she'll elude,
Flee,
Vanish.
Finally free,
Unimprisoned,
Departed.
Her dark past,
Acherontic,
Malign.
Flying out behind her,
Aflare,
Flowing.
She is running,
Liberated,
Simply gone..............
Honorable mention
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