You see her.
Her eyes ;red
like from the dead.
Her hair; a mess,
with no reason,
to see through.
Her fingers;white
from the scar.
Her nose;swollen
from the rough tissue.
Her ears; bled
from the endless beat.
Her lips; parched,
contrasting with her cheeks.
Her figure broken,
laid as pieces.
Her posture,
was of depletion.
She was broken.
You turn your head.
You knew this would happen
you look at her once again,
then stare at else where.
you can not take the view.
You need to get out
Quick.You move
towards the door.
You glance at her,
as disgust and pity
steeled your choice.
You take the knob,
removing your presence,
leaving nothing,
except for the stamp
sending her spiraling
down below.
"that's what you get, when you let your heart win."
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