shattered glass
mascara-streaked cheeks
hair matted with dried blood
A plum colored bruise already spreads across one cheek
Eyes, pools of resentment and fire
emergency room glass doors open and close
She pauses in the parking lot of Our Lady of Mercy
almost decides to walk through the doors
stares at the nurse in blue scrubs
takes a step forward then thinks better of it
turns and walks off into the night toward the city