Scarves. high collars,
or extra mascara
hide the brownish-purple
disfigurement wrapped
around her throat.
Part of her being
is scarred with
remnant traces
inflicted from traumatic
scenes endured
during his rage.
Horrific echoes
careen around her brain
like video clips replaying
the self-hatred he
spilled upon her.
His crazed lashes
struck her
bone deep.
Musty smells
from those moments
linger among her nostril mucus.
She carries on
distracted with moments
near tranquil music
or beside still brooks
and squawking crows.
Each day she captures
views of sunrise
and sunset while chanting
mantras to unknown gods
striving to complete
her forgiveness.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Scarves. high collars,
or extra mascara
hide the brownish-purple
disfigurement wrapped
around her throat.
Part of her being
is scarred with
remnant traces
inflicted from traumatic
scenes endured
during his rage.
Horrific echoes
careen around her brain
like video clips replaying
the self-hatred he
spilled upon her.
His crazed lashes
struck her
bone deep.
Musty smells
from those moments
linger among her nostril mucus.
She carries on
distracted with moments
near tranquil music
or beside still brooks
and squawking crows.
Each day she captures
views of sunrise
and sunset while chanting
mantras to unknown gods
striving to complete
her forgiveness.
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