She used to wear beautiful bangles of silver. Now ruby red cuts bracelet her wrists. A crown of gold used to rest upon her curled locks. And now scars are inlaid in her scalp under her matted hair. Pristine dresses once hung from her shoulders. Now dirty rags hang there in mockery. Her skin used to smell of fresh flowers. Now bruises bloom where the scent no longer lingers. Her eyes that used to sparkle with joy now sparkle with tears of pain. Necklaces of diamond once draped her throat where necklaces of rope now lay. Beautiful notes once flowed from her throat where screams of agony now exit. Blinding smiles once graced her face, now replaced by grimaces. Her soul once purer than an angels’ now blackened with the ashes of her past.