I don't shine she hummed to herself half hazed with life, under her drunken breath. Her fingers twitched gingerly as if playing an invisible tune.
I don't shine, she mumbled once more as her sunken eyes dropped to the floor, shoulders slumped, accepting defeat and I could swear she had a tear stained cheek.
I don't shine, she said a little too loudly, nervously glancing around in case anyone had mistakenly heard, then retreated back into her own little world, swaying to a long forgotten tune, sad and swollen, beaten and bruised, where the sun don't shine where she remains abused.