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          petite palms raise, reaching downwards to scoop up

             a simple button down, one of her many.

             she shed off an expensive-looking blouse, a gift, 

             now tainted with impure memories, as well as mud.

             they’d pushed her, cackling as her crumpled form lay

             in an aftermath of last night’s rainstorm.

             &&. of course they took photos. 

             she’d replaced her skirt with a different one, pleated &&.

             clean, one of a navy hue. 

             her knees poked out from the crimped folds, bruised &&.

             scraped, blood freshly spillt. 

             she peels off a camisole, before wiping the thin chain around

             her neck, pausing to look at it, a cross. 

             she seems to stop, looking into her reflection within the 

             bathroom mirror. 

             her brassiere covers full breasts, a small ribbon centered

             in betwixt her mounds. stretch marks peeked out from the

             waist of her skirt, slightly above her navel. 

             she wasn’t stick thin, like everyone here. she was short, 

             &&. chubby, one’d be so far as to say FAT. 

             one more thing for them to HATE.

             look left. 

             in the doorway, she’s staring. kate stares back. 

             everything connects, quickly covering her upper half with

              the aforementioned garment, a flustered expression painted

             upon her features.

                        ‘  SORRY !!

                           i didn’t think anyone came in here.   ‘