home?

Tears fall, blood pours.
Her lungs do not have space for fresh air to be drawn. She cries in chokes, and sputters. Her silent screams, covered by other's.

Fist clenched, flesh exposed.
She lies against the cold wall, her sweat escapes. She thinks of better things, "soon to come". Hold on, hold on.

Wind blows, body shivers.
She hugs herself, for a pathetic feel of comfort. There is no such thing as hope, or trust.


She only wants to go home.