Pain


She remembers nothing.

Head vibrates,

fingers tremble

heart thumps.

Her brain hangs on

one big thorn on a

mesquite tree.

She cannot cry,

looks at pestules on

dry, blotchy skin.

Her brain hangs on

one big thorn on a

mesquite tree.

She tries to remember.

Feet walk on

broken shards

eyes crimson,

silently cries.

Her brain hangs on

one big thorn on a

mesquite tree.

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