Within the whirlpool of silhouettes in the darkened night
there she stood

Burdened with eyes that has seen too many
deaths
it’s all she’s come to know

Streaking black hair that masquerades her
face
the type that makes the moon pale in her white aura

Lithe figure she possessed yet hardened by the life she has so far lead
to a place she wished to have fled

And in the midst of this starless night surrounded by a world of scorned dreams and ground too salted to sprout aspiration

She reminisced
but in her minds eye all she could see were humanities cries
with desires and passions set aside the earth contorted to stone
and yet she still cried

Voices bearing the hailing of lost legacies echoed through the
lonely night
and the girl wondered if she was the only one who heard the sigh


“Don’t breathe,
live”