inches from your face,
a marker of place and time,
of unspoken worth.
her picture hangs on your wall
expression unchanging,
eyes staring,
colours unmoved by the dying light.
her picture hangs on your wall
in silent protest,
commanding more than just these 4 by 6 inches of white washed walls
her picture hangs on your wall
and i sit in the corner
waiting for you to call my name.
