Fractured Reflections...

A heavy chest, 

she struggles to breathe -

violated, taken advantage off,

all she wants to do is hide. 

She didn't know what was happening, 

and when she knew, she didn't know what to say - 

She didn't know what to do,

so she let it happen. 

She didn't see all the fractures running across her skin, 

until she did, 

but then it was too late.

It was much too late.

Are broken things of no value?

If I'm tainted will no one touch me again?

Was it all my fault? 

Maybe, I should just hide - 

Maybe I should just run away. 

Rivers of blue ran across her skin, 

streaking colours across a palette - 

that was already tainted with red.

She tried to scrub it off, day and again,

she tried to erase it, 

every way that she could,

But it wouldn't wash away.

She looked into the mirror, 

and all she could see were the fractures that ran across her,

all across,

a puzzle with a missing piece, 

with a part of her taken, 

with a part of her lost, 

never to be found again. 

Everytime she sunk into her shadows,

she couldn't help but wonder - 

If all that she was feeling 

was a bit too much.

If all that she was feeling 

was all made up in her head -

A reaction to something very trivial.

Maybe it was her fault, 

maybe, it was all her doing, 

or maybe it was all in her head, 

and maybe -

just maybe - she deserved all of it. 

All she wanted was to get out of her body, 

all she needed was to escape from who she was,

to escape from her vessel,

tainted with their hands 

tainted with scars that should have never been.

But she couldn't,

she tried, and she tried, and she tried -

but there was no getting away from what had happened.

No getting away from who she was. 

Whispers wouldn't stop running through her head, 

and the blackened hands held her,

everywhere,

Holding her back,

She couldn't escape.

There was no escape.