Clandestine laughing, pointing, whispering is what she sees.

Crushed, lament, sorrow, hurt, sadness is what she feels.

Independence, control, audaciousness, pride is what she needs to grasp

But how could she,

when those taunting and atavistic mouths spit out stinging rays of pain?

How could she even look in the mirror without feeling disdain?

At the precipice of destruction is where she stands,

looking over the unforgiving world.

She sheds her last speck of dignity whose reward is no return.