Inside the doorless room
Thick puddle
Drip, drip, drip
Upon her feet
Of clay
One window
Stood alone
A silent sentry
Belaying the prison
A single bench
Under the sill
Slosh, slosh
Pacing in circles
Fingers interlocked
Listen
To the water
To the wall
Pensive waiting
She knew he would come
Sitting up straight
Solid, naked
wood bench
The only support
Only comfort
She would ever
Know
Any second now
She knew
He'd come pounding
Flying through
The wall
For her
He always did
The room shook
With the vibration
Of the footsteps
The pounding
On the wall
Grew louder
More angry
More wanton
Desperate
She quivered
Inside at first
Turned to trembles
Wave upon
Enlarging wave
Until
She was encased
Within a shivering mass
Of flesh
And bone
Waiting
Shaking
She knew
He would come
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