The Aftermath

When terror finally fades, still a shadow remains.

She has been stripped of all her contents,

a silhouette frozen in time.

Muffled voices melt over

Skin butter over burnt bread

Smooth over her cheekbones

Purple peach neckline

They spread

Over

They spread out

Her thighs.

Ears fail to listen, muted lips, tongue dried.

Nose bruised, bent, eyes too red to see.

In a shell of a stolen body

From feeling she is free

In the aftermath terror

She is nowhere, she is nothing.