She seethed in rage;
she merely looked back inquisitively--a blank face.
She lunged for her--cracked her open with a bat,
beat the shit out of her 'til her blank eyes rained onto the floor;
yet still she was there; the emotionless stare.
She chided her for her mistakes:
Ugly! Filthy! Rotten! Good-for-nothing bitch!
A cold blade impaled her delicate countenance.
She looked at the glass on the floor;
she continued to stare back at her,
cloistered in the lonely bathroom upstairs.