her hair was covering
the most flawless parts of her face
her beautiful mouth
was shouting the most ugliest words
the stares from the spectators were devastatingly blank
vapid, like only strangers posses
her body was twisted and contorted
her voice was raw and distorted
blame was being thrown as naturally unproductive
as the most troublesome delinquent
all the while ignoring the human
inside the woman on the pavement
her hair was covering
the most flawless parts of her face
in the morning she will not remember this mistake
all she will have is the labels and little bruises of shame
she will see the beautiful parts of herself
and have nobody to share them with
she will realise her only freedom is inside silence
she will close her mouth and fade away
the conclusion of a woman gone insane
her hair was covering the most flawless parts of her face