Her body feels numb, no touch,
Yet, conscious, souls silent shrieks.
Her mind sinks, darkness , setting sun,
Yet, corpse moves for skin hungry demon.
Her butcher negotiates, deal done,
Yet, selling self, she awaits rape.
Her existence turned to a choked prey,
Yet, intoxicated vulture smells and feasts.
Her agony, a bud plucked and destroyed,
Yet, every night well dressed, not tired.
Her streets taunt, call her a uncivil whore,
Yet, stomach she feeds, due she pays.
Her limping family, tortured, bedridden,
Yet, arms stretched, smiling she serves.
Her dreams are nightmares,
Images engraved, Clipped wings and dead eyes.
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Sunitha Krishnan's fight against sex slavery
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