The perceptible disdains burned her heart
To charred remains,
Perpetually conveying her to a place with unanswered complains,
Questions left unanswered, justice forsaken.
Trembling fingers once again touched her deformed face,
"What was my fault..", was all she could whine,
The monsters in her sepulchral Mind abused her for the thousandth time,
And the smell of petrichor in her yard no longer entices her pluviophile soul,
Since, she was attacked only once by the assailant, but stabbed countless times by the society and their perspectives.
She possessed colossal dreams,
Dreams that could surpass the throes of myriad pain Society leaves.
And on gloomy nights, when everyone's asleep
She shares her grief with the lonesome
moon, and break down in tears soaking every inch of her pillow,
For she would never be able to look beautiful,
The makeup products stacked next to each other upon her table,
Stood unused, because the pain stacked upon her blazing heart was reconsiling her,
And her curled up face hated the mirror.

Walking back and forth in dilemma of life and death
At the end of the day, She wonders if her time has arrived
To lie amidst the pyre, quiescent, and defunct,
Till the fire consumes her bare body,
Could be the only solution to avoid the society,
The society that would stab her every second,
With disdains and displeasing remarks,

That single splash that ruined her from the core,
Gone were her dreams and her passion
No more the person she used to be,
And the girl who was once called "Pretty"
Is now recognized as an amorphous monster in the eyes of frivolous society.
A victim yet treated like a criminal.

Yet, For the first time she stood and observed her reflection on the mirror
The mirror that was disused for a very long time with the surface wrapped with dust
And touched her impalpable face with her aching fingers,
Trails of panorama of her echoing screams and cries, the Rapid heartbeats accompanied by the gruesome aftermath of the profound acid attack, ringed in her ears.
She broke down in tears and hushed herself,
Adorned her bare ears with earrings that she never wanted to wear,
And asked herself with a ethereal smile,
The culprit could move freely in the streets without a trace of pity,
Why should a victim stay oppressed with head bowed down.
Roared her audacity and blazed her frozen dreams,

While she searched for contentment loathing her face ,covering with a veil,
Years later she attained Contentment from her very own face,
And she learned to enamour it.
She was Deformed yet so divine.