Looking through the window of time.
Yet she hunted down another crime.
Her finger nails were dusted in dirt.
Her twisted mind bent with hurt.
She ran from her visions of what used to be.
Laughing at the voices, that set her free.
Images scurrying around and left to hunt.
Words harshly said, a little blunt.
Wherever she would end up, masked in fear.
Some saw her baked in her own tears.
From laughing to crying to bent out of shape.
Running from a monster who chose to rape.
Finally she had found a place to hide.
Looking through the windows was an empty room, just going along for the ride.
Nobody was in sight,
She's ready for another fight.
If someone finds her like this
She may end up being his.
Left alone in her thoughts again.
Fighting til the end.
©terrylin53
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