She's food

It's always dark in here
Where she lives and grows
Twisted and wild
Like brambles
Barbed wire

It's cold in here
Too cold to move or sleep
A wet mattress 
Like a slab of ice 
And a filthy sheet

It stinks in here
Like dog and human waste 
Fleas crawl over her ankles and wrists
Open sores from scratching 
Eggs hatching 
Scabies burrow 

And maggots 
Has someone died 
Has someone else been eaten alive 
In this world within a world 
This is her fate 
She's food