it's my life: Scathed

     She sprinkles some water on her face
Awakening her eyes to the new day
Wiping her face with a towel
She dries away all the pale.
Latching the door tightly,
     She sits down on the floor
Clenching her fingers firmly,
switches on the shower.
The water drenches her from head to toes
Soring open wounds on her skin bleeding torn
Wincing her sobs in the gushes of waters,
She strangulates her voice to be heard any louder.
     She dresses up well looking every inch of a beauty
Her jewellery and clothes shimmer in plenty.
Wearing a sly smile and ring, she walks out
Shivering and trembling as name is called
Another day begins with lesser hope and more sufferings!

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