She stood beneath the orange glow,
Her eyes blindfolded, breathing slow.
A tub before her, cracked and stained,
Porcelain skin with sorrow ingrained.
A robe of white, a room so bright,
Glowing softly under the daylight.
Her hands are free, yet she cannot flee,
Screaming and crying, "Please… help me!"
Tears fall down, flooding the floor,
A thud—a knock—a beast at the door.
With a splash of ash, the scene turns dark;
You escape the dream… yet bear the mark.
Who was she? Why was she there?
Why couldn't she run or just disappear?
I was there too, but I don't know why?
Trapped in a loop, behind every sigh.