She lay wet and cold
Pond **** staining her face
Skin grey as the sky
That rubs away at the truth
That pains the eye to look
Reinforcing the scowl on her life


Lies cannot steal the scene
The suddenness shows, as backs
Turn and eyes meet the ground


It will be someone’s day of disbelief
Of nails dragging at flesh
And no tomorrow of any worth


A skirt of torn fibre
A heel wrenched, displaced
Unnatural posture


Sorrow is bound to penetrate
Tugging and  
Vying for space