She screams.
In her slumber. That just so happens to not be peaceful.
She yells.
In a corner. Where she just so happens to live.
She has seen too much.
With her already burning red, bloodshot eyes.
She will not blink.
She will not miss what happened.
She shall never forget.
Because she saw it with her once beautiful, but now abused and pained eyes.
She saw it happen right in front of her face.
Ten years ago.
She was five.
She hasn't blinked since that moment.
She's been too scared about what might happen.
If it's frightening just like that day.
She screams but stares deep into the souls of other people.
Her eyes that haven't blinked since that day.
Her eyes are cold and rusty.
Now in dirt.
Hidden in the meadow, right across the street.
What happened to her family has finely reached her.
She's left dead,cold, and lonely looking at the the deep,blue, never ending, once loving and peaceful, crying sky.