Aftermath. (Bathwater pt. 2)

Once all the tears have been cried, and skin rubbed raw..
A mirror is to be found.
Standing in front of the mirror,
crying tears of blood.
How could someone do this to someone so small.
Not small in just a sense of size,
but every way.
Small hopes, and even smaller dreams.
The only thing big, were fears.
With an open robe.
As exposed as ever,
examining soon to be scars.
Wandering eyes,
Bowing of a head in a somewhat silent prayer.
Is there even a need to believe in God anymore.
With what has happened in these past hours,
there is no need to believe in anything anymore.
Because if ever there was a belief,
it has been shattered.
Prayers were sent up, along with a skirt.
Screaming in agony,
while hands wandered.
God is a lie, it was decided.
God is for people who don't get...
It's not even a word, that could be uttered yet.
Still standing in front of the mirror,
robe open, and blood flowing.
Suddenly, without warrant,
a fist lets go of the robe, and strikes a mirror.
The bathroom wall has already been shattered along with a reputation, why not another thing.
Certainty that a fist is broken, arrives with the realization of what comes after this thing.
This thing.
This monumental thing, that had never been done before,
could be the result of a...
Never mind.
That is NOT something that can be discussed yet.
"Fuck!" Is screamed into the night.
What else is there at this point.
Remembrance of the raw feeling.
Skin on skin.
Goddammit.
How could one person be so horrid.
How could it have gotten this far?



More to come, this may be kind of bad, I wasn't very focused when writing it. I am sorry. I don't really know what to do with this character. I'm working on it. Thanks for the support everyone.