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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. ‘