they called that girl pretty
but they would never know
that every day, she imagined
her young, flawless body
smeared across the sidewalk of high street
so they stroked her hair, skin, lips
and grabbed onto her slender waist
had pretend conversations
just to watch her pretty face
something inside her broke
like the delicate stained glass of the Church
and unheard became her silent shouts, her tears and fears
because even those seemed pretty.
so when they found her on the sidewalk outside school
her beautiful brains splattered across the cement
her figure ripped, ragged and bleeding
they cried and mourned and wept
they wept because:
she had destroyed the only thing they liked about her
and she was beautiful no more
not a single person asked
why?
they gathered around her mangled corpse
whispering
"but she was so pretty"
