She's in agony
her fear disables her from the world
she walks in the rain
her bruises are all that are left of her
the makeup is the only thing
covering the discolor on her skin
her blackened spots are the reminder of her grief
the imprinted hand on her skin
her ripped clothes are the only
thing covering her body
her smudged, running mascara
goes running down her face
people stare silently at her distorted image.
*no I wasn't raped but I know plenty people that were.*
