Metallic essence lingers on her tongue

She's stranded by memories that cloud her disposition

Of a little girl in white,

Running from something that doesn't exist

Her bare feet strike the cold earth and stale twigs

And water dribbles from space

Speckling her skin like freckles, though she didn't notice

She couldn't feel anything

To her, the air was musty

Maybe she was out of breath

But she couldn't quit running

If she stopped, this vision would end

And then what happens next?

And what if this was real?

To grasp the actuality of this moment

Would mean relinquishing her mind to the monsters who've invaded it

But she wouldn't stop running

Even if her white dress was recently torn

This was her,

Before the lobotomy