A ghost of what she could be

flutters around in the daylight,

at night though she is all he said she was.

Safety, love

these are words she knows nothing about.

Bitch, whore these are the words she knows.

In her warped brain she even longs to hear that

icy voice again.

To feel the handcuffs tighten.

Because it meant that for an hour or two,

she felt something,


she was worth something.