Strands of hair
Aged a gray-brown hue
Fall about her eyes-
Eyes tears have stained black
They are her soul
Cheekbones-well defined
Provide the perfect accent
To lush, full lips
Those lips are bruised
All the colors of the rainbow
But there is no leprechaun at the end
Only one or two words
She dares to whisper
"Help"
"Help me"
