Cyber

She'd tossed her hair once more
Before walking through the door
She entered, a little shy
The headline, it caught her eye
Sweat broke out on a staunch brow
She pushed it out of sight, but how
Was she going to show her face
To those she loved, such disgrace

The calls began, unending
Texts, cruel words, scathing
Not yet a woman, still a child
Almost adult, but also wild
Regretted things done in haste
Only saw her life as waste
She stood upon that bridge
Leaning from the edge

A phone, abandoned, ringing
A mother, no longer singing.


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