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Small Thing
Small Thing
She is a small thing,
Small as in young of her kind.
Kind they are not,
Not to ‘Small Thing’.
Crouched in a box creeping claustrophobic fear,
Crouched, another breed they have found,
Boxed and bound.
Bound she knows not where.
Merely a thing
A thing to their pleasure, a Jack in the box,
A box full of she.
No more human,
A thing,
Small thing,
She, she is a small, small thing.