She died that day.
The day ridicule say next to her in a filthy bus station marked 'crossroads'
She and chastity went their separate ways
And she was abandoned by self worth
Her reflection laughed in her face and refused to look her in the eyes
She was bound to herself by cuffs of shame
Feathers of desire weighed heavily on her being
And eroded away all resources of opposition
Yet she could have turned around
Armorless but not quite defeated
Instead she surrendered
Cowardice ate at her gut
Ate a whole through what was left of her sustenance
And still she hid her impurities