The Colour Green

A green monster. No, not jealousy. Kinky hair.  No, not an ogre.  Traces of erstwhile masters circled round her neck. No, not a slave. Blackened nails. No, not tortured, merely lacquered.   Chained to the chair. Swiveled comfort, is she not free? A golden collar. No, not a pet. It is just that she shrieks. Nonhuman sounds.

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