She is a prison.
Her hair is the darkness that falls across the criminals when the sun wants to hide,
Her eyes are the torches that flash into every corner, searching for suspicion,
Her mouth is the prison doors that hold many secrets and let very few escape,
Her arms are the cell walls that are scratched every time they see their past scampering across the room,
Her feet are the handcuffs that weight the victim down and prevent them from moving freely,
Her mind is the prison cell bars that lock a person away, not letting them see the world.
She is a prison.
And she cannot escape.
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