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In the light you can see her deformities
Crumbling brick thin the foundations like a balding head
Windows have shattered fragile bones
Slanderous words tattooed across her weathered skin
She still stands tall
though will never know love
For no one loves
a battered broken thing

Darkness encroaches
the stigma is blinded
She is cloaked with a veil
Her impairments rush to hide

A single light moves inside her
A companionless man
shuffles through her decaying skeleton
The only one to love
this misshapen thing
For this thing is him
and he will only ever belong here

Hospital Hill


By Shannon H.

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