She Is Seen.

She was once naked, now she wears laces
She wishes ruins to her ways, days & traits
She laughs while tied up to a pain masked
She smiles while tortured by the luv asked

The throne is empty. No: “save the queen”
Now not in the pearl or in gold she’s seen
Paid. Her curves thrown to the sold cards
Laid on needles, so raw, china into shards

© Ricardo Sexton

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