wounded.

It was a gaping wound

now stitched up

but you can still see the scar

tears painted on her face

and on her heart.

Real wrong done against her

injustice felt like her name

her world was filled with

vulnerabilities. Helpless.

Eyes filled with longing.

Her being wants purity.

She feels dirty, used.

a piece of paper scribbled on

then crumpled, and tossed away.