Your eyes,
they match your mothers...

Pouring over piles of lost memories.
Slipping past each one...

Pink.
Soft...

My skin has been ripped open.
I lost the will to fight...

Her eyes grow red.
She's trembling now...

Staring at the broken mirror,
Speaking to the shattered wall...

My breath has been ripped away,
It only took a moment...

His greasy smile,
plastered upon his face...

I do not have a purpose.
Her words whisper...

"Dear Lord"
She said...

The rough cemented surface,
Presses cold against my skin...

No more string for protection,
Shame...