That is what it felt like.
Wounds from a burn.
Healing skin from exposed flames.
Echoing a deeper pain that could not be expressed outwardly.
Like the scratch and pain emanating from a healed third degree burn.
The comfort of a healed burn yet the inability to stare at her own image.
Mirror mirror on the wall what did I do to them all?
The ugly sight of skin recovered from burns.
Skin swept off in the wave of a fire.
All in the name of decency.
In the name of showing more to cover the indecency.
To come up with a story that will last a week long.
To record a video that will trend in all ways wrong.
To make a cowardly man feel strong,
And leave a young woman inwardly scarred.
Because all it could be compared to,
Was burns, leaving permanent marks.