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Nobody noticed Her tears behind her smile, the cuts on her helping hand and the knots in her bourbon hair.
Nobody noticed her startle at the slightest noise, for every night at her so-called home ceramic plates were thrown at her poise.
Nobody noticed her dread as she walked back home, praying that a speed car would hit her so she could leave all her problems to roam.
Nobody noticed, the hot iron that had burned her feet, as she lay chained everynight to the four posters with scraps to eat.
Nobody noticed the lack of sleep in her dark eyes, for the people back at home would force her to conceive despite her cries.
Nobody noticed that her greatest fear was the dark, for every time she was locked in her broom cupboard, Her man would yap at her like a great white shark.
But when they finally noticed her cry for help on Christmas day, the boy who had gone for the rescue is still missing, along with her to this very spring day.
