At first just yelling.
Words like cleavers,
Got under her fingernails,
and the mahogany skin on her cheeks.
And then the stones came,
through the blood in her mortal heart.
She peered into the crimson eyes
of her oppressors.
The only one
Because she missed the damned call.
The last thing she heard
were the musical sirens
as the officers carried her off from the