The weakness radiated
from her limbs.
As men she hated
stopped for one more glimpse.
She shivers violently
as rough ungentle fingers
neglected her privacy.
In the night her pain lingers
She wore white
like a misleading message.
Praying one day she might,
escape this dark passage.
Where strange men,
lived beneath her,
Where men would hurt her
Again, and again, and again
Just hoping that one day,
She would disappear,
And then….
Painting: Etude pour l’Odalisque by Francine Van Hove
Beautiful!
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Thank you so much!!
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