No longer could she endure nor fully cope 
Her first attempt to flee from all gone wrong
She ever so softly shut the door, clasped, & locked


Over her tiny shoulder, she tossed her bag
Belongings of her most cherished; she had
All fitted snugly in her kitchen garbage bag

What was in store, filled her head….

Dim lights, crusted by the blackened voids
All doors locked and most windows closed
Everyone fast asleep; well, most, I suppose

But as the story goes….

Not knowing what could be worse or more rotten
Vile ways of the wicked deals she’d been gotten
Each step, she crept with great caution…..
…..looking for…… 

……to not be forgotten…..