They saw right through her


They saw right through her

Their look of shame was mortifying

She wanted to runaway


She felt dirty

She felt quesy

She felt devasted

by herself


Their eyes pierced her

She knew that they knew

She had no words


She felt lonely

She felt shame

She felt marked

by herself


Her actions would live on

She need not be

Her remains told the story


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