Even the Moon

She ran, faster and faster
Trying to escape the ugly plastered on her face.
But no matter how fast she ran,
She could never escape the horror.

The wood was dark and damp.
The trees stalked over her
Threatening
Intrusive

The roots in the ground tripped and prodded her
And as she glared up at the sky
Even the moon laughed at her horrible shame

The voices grew louder as their owners became closer
She could see the faint light of the fires ablaze
And soon, her horrible shame would die
Along with her.