A Holocaust
A silver yawn
her intake of breath
And she closes her eyes
and stretches her sobbing limbs.
A monstrous groan
her wasted abdomen
And she closes her eyes
to conceal herself from the menacing lips of starvation.
A bottomless gash
her crimson blood
And she closes her eyes
and looks far off from the whip of her hunter.
A steep incline
her frozen feet
And she closes her eyes
and continues on the direct path to hell.
A metal door
her outstretched arm
And she closes her eyes
And breathes her last breath.
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