HER SHAME

She scarcely

Notices 

As the tears

Slowly start

The slide down

Toward her chin

This light rain

Turns into

A torrent

Cascading

Down her face

Soaking through

The tissues

From the box

To the left

Of her hand

She hides her

Vulnerability

As if it were

Something to

Be ashamed of

Behind false

Bravado

Little stones open

Gaping wounds

As she sobs

In private

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007

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