• Am I Pretty Now?

    She cried, she cried every night and every morning. Her body stiff and limp, her heart set ablaze, curled up in fetal position she let the tears fall from her blurred and puffy eyes making no motion to contain her sobs. Her limbs crooked, a bone reshooting from her left leg. Bruises lined her face, neck and torso; scratches and bike marks adorned her arms. She was alone, she was abandoned, she was broken. Her breathing came out in low harsh gasp, as the clock ticked to midnight her heart beat began to slow then…as the minutes tick on her breathing was slowed to an almost sudden halt...She was beautifully beaten.