What happened in her life.
To make her slip on by.
Or was it a surprise.
My how life seems to decide.
A tangle of curls.
Matted and strewn.
flesh clinging to bone.
face hollowed and thin.
she hasn't eaten for days.
her strength dwindles away.
her pride.
bruised and shamed.
she turns the other way.
A smell, bittersweet.
features adorn with inner grace.
For there’s still beauty within.
though hidden so deep.
a suitcase she keeps.
Reflections reflect.
A present now,
demons from her past...
A pack upon her back.
Nothing more and nothing less.
Just all she has.
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