flushed cheeks
tears staining her soft skin
eyes bright with anticipation
so many changes making her weak..
yet deep within she grows
with each new wound
flesh is sown
with each word
you resonate within her mind..
give her your coldest shoulder to cry upon
it’s where she longs to be..
destinies shaped and forming
she has no more of a choice
in following this path
as it goes from here to there
than a swirl of ashes floating aimlessly without a care to its’ end..
She eats and waits to be eaten..









