Girl Really Crying

She looks out of the corners of her eyes
wondering whether to flee or stay.

She had been a punching bag before, 
but this is much worse.  

This is not shame.
It is fear.  

A fear grown deep 
in her heart and soul.

Her tears are almost real,
jagged specters of her inside-

not part, yet part of this comic book 
reality that exists all around her.

She will wait, still, for them.
She knew they were coming—

all these girls, no women, coming 
out of the woods to reclaim her.