SLAVE WOMAN OF TARLAC, TARLAC

by Fatima V. Lim

Six months since she arrived
And yet she does not speak
She must have been chained
This I guess from the bruises
On her wrists. But she will not
Let me touch them.
She trembles at the sight
Of tall men, more so at those
With shadows on their lips.
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