standing on the threshold the
bricks dissolve back to mud
around her ears, those ears
a hum of frogs from the
forest, her limbs grown
to metal, the eyes of
sapphire plucked out, the
ruby from the circlet
on her finger prised away, her
faulted, faulty form is
melted down to make the
wires used for animal-
cages, trapping first, her
voice, trapping second,
her spirit, trapping
third, her heart, all
put on display for the
ticket-purchasing-public, words parsed
and strained while they
search for offence and
strike at the cages with
pale,
ineffectual hands
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