Shes bleeding out
and her screams echo off
of brown blistered walls
shes falling apart
inch by inch
shes trying to gather
all of herself
under her cloudy grey lungs
and they all watch her
drown
in a storm of bruised and broken lies
and her bleaching eyes
beg her heart
to beat one last time;
so she can tell them how the wolves were shot
before they could even cry
and the vultures were skinned alive
and when the waters rippled back her red stories
they set the seas on fire