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She is silent when they unlock her cell
—cage—
She is contrite as they march her out the door
—fake—
She does not argue, nor do any complaints escape her lips as they are painted red, her wrinkled face brushed pale. The kohl slathered thickly, reminiscent of bygone days
—façade—
She says but nothing, even as he looks her up and down
—slave—
The smile he gives burns bright, chasing away the shadows
—lies—
Them both, they can lie
—pretend—
They will say it helps, taking off the jacket
—muzzle—
It will calm her, talking away her bending
—life—
It will comfort her, seeing her friends
—traitors—
But, he has never offered those lies. He's only ever given her a warm smile
—...warmth?—
And a soft word
—...kindness?—
And now, he's offering her what she wants
—freedom—
At any time, she would wonder when he began to question his morals
—beliefs—
But not now. Once upon a time, she would have been able to tell with a glance
—calculate—
Once upon a time, anyone could have been convinced
—manipulated—
But times have changed, and so when he steps forward
—approaches—
She lets him place a hand on her arm
—touch—
And he leads her towards the end
—beginning—
... and she can't help but smile ...
—peace—
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