She was alone and abused However, it was no bruise that tainted her skin like charcoal kisses She did not live with the pregnant pause of silence in a dark room Instead, she was within the gazes of accuse
Words shot at her Bullets poisoned by hatred Closed companions were behind the trigger No mercy dripped from their lips As they awarded their efforts with her tears
But alas her sanity, Exhausted and bemused, It gave into them...surrendered
With her heart in tattered rags Her soul bleached by defeat Her wounds pleaded mercy to the enemies behind the triggers Then they left
She continued on Alone and abused In a dark room
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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