she could not take it anymore.
her nails raked the skin from her forearms
creating dark canyons of flesh
filled with the bitter blood of her agony.
the hairs came out of her head
like pins from a cushion
each expressing a gasp of relief as they
jumped from her scalp.
the bones in her heels crushed into
piles of sand as she stomped the
pavement with the frustration
of the same, old day.
but her eyes did not allow a
single tear to escape their shield
her pain forced to remain clouded
in the fit of anger that marked her body
and her life.