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
Categories: Culture, gender, Health, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, women
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