A Poem Hiding

She lays here, battered beyond recognition.
Her clothes are torn—not really what she is.
She feels your eyes wander down her broken body
and your touch upon her shoulders. She cries,
"Go away. Please, turn the page, cover me up.
I don’t want anyone to see me like this."

by Steph Arpaia

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