By Gillian Pulford
The spotlight shone as she stood
De-robed-blindfolded
Devoid of the familiar
Guided to the table – she lay down, because they told her to
Kind words deflected by an iron curtain of fear
Bang they shot
Bang, they shot again
Transported to another world
Was she dead?
No, at least not yet
But a different path in a parallel world lay ahead
And there was no guide
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