The Raggedy One



'Walking A Slack Rope'  by  Trish

 I can see her now, all dirty from the rubbish and dust dumped on her by her family as they sailed along over her head. There was no door, or opening of any sort that the Raggedy One could see, but still the garbage continued to come into the Dungeon she lived in. At times she was so still and pale, I thought she was dead. Her arms and legs pulled tight into her body, and the awful barbed wire wrapped tight around her small frame , to keep her in the same state.

I've often pondered, how it is I know all this? I'm not aware of ever being in such a place, but there's no doubt in me, that I do know all about it.