She watched from afar as the crowd gathered,

Saw faces that looked anything but helpless and lame,

She listened as the voices regarded the bloody mess,

Listened as they decided who was to blame.

Watched as in that moment - on that floor - she was only a victim without a name.

She observes the crowd stir in discomfort and shame,

She felt sickening mix of excitement and compassion that weighed heavy in the summer air.

She watched in fascination as the flashes of light illuminated the scene of the sin,

Her shame-bearing state only noted by the pious who'd dared to remind the passerby that its the lovers she'd picked that caused it to all end that way.

He'd disappeared into the night,

Her dignity tucked carelessly in his back pocket on the right,

Her lifeless body sprawled bearly clothed in some back curb under a dim light.

A this point the worst threat was a flood of hash tags, shares and likes.