A beautiful girl

In a Beautiful cage

Huddled in the corner

In a room fit for a king

Hair in tatters

Breaths ragged

Clothes torn

Who is she?

Once a farmers daughter

now a future Queen

picked for beauty

best of the bunch

people come in

maids, servants

they pick the girl up

a sack of bones

They drop her in a bath

hot water

cold air

damp skin

They scrub her clean

lavender soap

warm water

 rough sponge

her long hair is

cut

combed

curled

Her eyes

once bright red

now dull

the color of dried blood

Red is all she sees

red as crimson

spilled from her father

red like her blood

Red like

the gloss

applied to her lips

Cherry red and fake

Who is she?

She can tell you

Borne from dust

raised to gold

She is Queen