Mascara StainsMature

I've never attempted anything like this before now...
I don't know whether it's poetry or prose.
It's kind of weird.

Mascara Stains

In the bathroom

We see her crying

Crumpled there

On the tile floor

Images of him

And what he's taken

Won't go away

When she closes her eyes

Nobody knows

Not even those

Who claim to be

Her closest friends

She will try

To lock up her mind

To stay skinny

So she isn't curvy

Men scare her

She cannot trust

She cannot see

Past the mascara stains. 

The End

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