Soledad's Scars
Soledad stares at herself, at her skin-marked, soul-deep bruises and blemishes with repulsion and resignation.
A disfigured creature, the damage running through her very being, unlovely, unloved, unlovable.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think... ~Lord Byron