Whirlwind

A dirty tear slips down
From her white cheek
And dampens the stained bed.

The whirlwind reaped a harvest

She sits bowed and naked
On a single bed
Cut with pain too deep to bear.

The blight destroyed a harvest.

And wanders to the bathroom
To clean and clean and clean
To try to wipe away the memory.

The blight had reaped a harvest.

Slips a loose robe across her shoulders
And shivers
Looks inward to guilt and confusion.

The whirlwind raped its harvest.