Her head in your palms
She's thrashed around
A rag doll in despair
On stained cement
A lingering stench of oil
Feet upon her flesh
Hot from the blood
Rushing to her wounds
And the rain pours down
Salted skin burning
Drying up in result
She's the desert
In the forest of her fear
A dog in a cage
Howling for release
Shaken from the rage
Torn from the mind
Then the music plays
Ants within her nerves
She attempts to inhale
But the air is stale
The lungs are blue
She craves an embrace
A shelter from the hurricane
Then it all subsides
Intertwined in smoke
She found the calm
The ocean breeze
The dew of summer morning