In another world...

another time,
another place,

this might've been different.

she might've been strong,
she might've been brave,
she might've been free.

but she's not.

she's stuck, nowhere to
go. no one to
go to. nothing to

live for. she's working,
each day, far more than 9 to 5

in the mill, with the other children,
with the man who runs them,

ruins them.

(c) September 2011