the following was written in October 2010… Has since been edited, but the bare bones are the same. I have gone for a more modern format. See what you think?
Revealed
Slowly uncurling from a foetal position,
testing her limbs. Coloured bruises
upon old, envelope her body;
patch-worked over her…
As a caricature of her skinny frame.
Out here she everyone’s entertainment.
No hiding her darkened shame
any-longer. A useless, ugly,
failing bitch. Wincing,
agonising this broken heart,
to rebuild that shattered self-esteem.
By Helen Stallard
March16, 2014
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