The bird with broken wings watches as the bottle of corrosive liquid empties
Searing through her esophagus
Eating away at her gut.

The taste, the smell
Bitter metal engulfing her tongue
The tongue that once told the fox
"Stop it. You're hurting me"
But the fox didn't listen
So she lied there
Motionless as the fox had it's warm meal

Shattering the thin fragile threads of her families bond
Erasing her dreams
Ending her future.

Calming her eyes
Her body becomes a frozen sculpture,
Rigid and unyielding as the waves pound against her

The bird that just hatched,
Unable to swim out of the riptide
Trapped beneath the swirling vortex
Head under the sand.
Sounds of the ocean rolling into her eardrums.
Not in the air, yet she is free.