Image credit; Girl Crying (1963) by Roy Lichtenstein
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.
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