SelfPub: She sighed, ...

She sighed, looking at the wounds covering her body: scratches, cuts and bruises, in such a short time they have become an integral part of her. My eyes again filled with tears and hot tracks ran down her cheeks, irrigating wounds on the hands. However, the pain she felt or the fact that long been accustomed to such, but maybe the fact that all these wounds, in fact, covered not in the physical and astral body, her soul.
And the next tear hurt burned my chest.