The roof

A fortress of solitude

Up above the noise the chaos

Of the fighting screaming

Of the sirens the voices

She put her head back and stared

Wondering if she could ever 

Reach a point in her life

So peaceful as the clouds

Drifting across

In perfect harmony

With the sky so gray

Rubbing her eyes

The mascara she painted

On her lashes came off

With the tears rolling down

Her supple cheeks

In great heaps

Like oil from a bucket

Her skin revealing itself

The mask unraveling

Along with the polite smiles

And laughter at cruel jokes

She let herself be vulnerable up here

Her body slowly unclenching

Jaw unlocked

She melted into herself

Becoming the shell of a woman

A woman beat down

With the what-ifs

And quick glances

The unknowingness

Was what slowly killed her