She screams
a raw  sound,
Ripped from her throat swallowed by shadow.
Her cries are strangled in the air,
Lost to the silence where no one cares.

His eyes cold and cruel and still confused
As if her terror was something strange like a game to break.
Her tears bleed red, her sobs choked dry

A storm raging inside a throat too tight to let out a cry

She runs or tries to but fate strikes fast.
Hands like iron pulls her back
And to the earth she’s dragged

The ground devours her like a grave,
Cold, hard, and undead

She fought
oh, she really fought

Nails clawing, fists flailing,

She screamed until her voice turned to rust.
She bit, she begged, she burned to break free
But fate answered only with silence.
But was it fair or simply faith
What did she even do to deserve this?

She longed to vanish, to shrink, to dissolve in the dirt she lay in.
But the only thing that disappeared
Was her power, her pride, her peace.

An evil deed, dark and twisted

An evil no eyes dared to witness.
No savior came, no voice called out
Only shadows, only silence.

If someone had seen
Maybe if someone had heard...
Perhaps she’d still have her pride
Perhaps she’d still have her light.

But no one saw, no one came
And now she lies still,
Her spirit crushed beneath
The weight of what was stolen from her