Broken

Her head rests on a black tile.
The tears streak her face.
Across the room is the toilet.
It's porcelain shine shows the distorted reflection of a woman
Alone
On the floor
Her head rests on the black tile.

Her head rests on a cold, blank wall.
The curtain hides her.
Here she hides until the world goes away
And takes the children with it.
She leaves the clothes she was going to try.
Composed, just
Her head rests on the cold, blank wall.

Her eyes look down an aisle.
Pink and blue of various hue
Assault her
formulae milk, a child's bib, nappies and wet wipes and
so much more.
Her eyes look down the aisle.

Her head rests on a white tile.
The tears streak her face.
Across the room is the toilet.
It's porcelain shine shows the distorted reflection of a woman
Alone
On the floor
Her head rests on the white tile