rusted metal
Ripped leather
Hints of color shine in the sun
She stops
She snaps
the shutter moves over the glass
An old mustang
Torn to pieces
hanging by a thread
hung dearly on the wall beside her bed
A memory of a time
A certain place
Symbolically resembling her beaten face
she hung it there on purpose
a sign of her strength
He beat her anyway
to make her weak
He didn’t want her to escape.