The doves are caged; purity restrained.
She reaches out searching for hope;
Her dress torn and her eyes sore.
He places down her food,
She doesn’t budge;
He asks her to eat but she shakes her head.
“I do not want such things from you.” She whispers softly
But he does not understand.
“You will die starving yourself as you cry.”
She lays down aware of her fate,
“I do not want to be a part of a beasts hate.”
Her eyes close as he walks away; her tears stain her rosy cheeks.