the day is long
every day the same
no time alone
weariness overpowers
her life stressed
suicidal thought reigns
commanding her
as she is commanded
her world offers little
she desires to end her misery
she need not worry
soon she will be released
her body encapsulated
she will be famous
her name will never be known
she will never know her fate
she sits
chin in hand
a vision of the past
a lost soul
captured as a
Mount Vesuvius
victim
an enslaved person
whose last thought
suicidal
erased by a pyroclastic flow
commanding her
as she is commanded