A bonded servant,
Taut and sad,
Tempted to becoming mad,
Subjected to expected pain
Recurring, by her need, again-
She bore the careless winter sleetUnshackled slave,
Or so she felt,
By loosening her moral belt,
Letting the fire beneath her skin
Cauterize the hurt within-
The girl embodied August heatBewildered woman,
Now mature,
Uncertain touch becoming sure;
Now rarely crouched behind a wall
Distrusting any love at all
The quiet fall pervades the street-Alice Clay Judson
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