As her stomach tingled in contractive sterness,
Her soul did a flutter in remembrance of a time long gone,
Tears of longing, sorrow and regret oozed out of her swollen eyelids.
She shut her eyes in depressing denial,
Closed her mind against the hurtful memories and offending sounds.

Nothing helped.
The sounds kept ringing,
The memories, etched forever!

Now a leper.
Barred,
Banned,
Forsaken.

Who minded what her heart screamed?
They saw only the irritating whiteness of her skin,
The skin of a leper!

A leper,
An outcast,
A reject,
A wanderer.

(She is a leper and other lyrics http://www.labosonline.com/2016/01/lyrical-labos-leper-poetry.html?m=0)

Who cares about her now?
None.
Not even one man to recommend a swim in Jordan.

She was lost to them.
She was a shame to them.
She was unknown to them.
She was a leper.
To be hidden.
To be exiled.

Her Stomach rumbled again, this time tugging her insides and reminding her that even lepers needed nourishment.

She grabbed the stained pitcher of water and drank.
Her stomach grumbled again,
and she smiled through hot tears.

Not long now,
She'd be whole,
She'd be clean,
She'd definitely take a dive in Jordan,
Soon...