Longing for solace,
she trudges along,
black and blue rags ribbon her trail;
her mahogany skin seared by saline tears
slowly descending from the pools of a moonless night.
Rays ravage her satiny skin
as they escape from a fiery inferno
burning brightly through the torrents,
cries of anger echo through the downpour,
but her lips cannot part to utter sound.
Rain drops slide slowly onto the concrete,
steam rises into the atmosphere
hallow, haggardly she stands
lost, lost in a whirl of wind
she must succumb to the elements.
Solid, stone structures collapse above her,
fissures form at her soles,
the abyss envelops her.
Her blindness brings a lasting peace.
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