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She retreats with slanted mouth

eyes hollowed out by natures cruelty

meandering through icelandic conditions

where just a tear could melt a thousand ice capped mountains

but none fall.



Her mind is racing but her feet stay rooted to the spot

engaging in a mexican stand off

Surrounded by neolithic proportions and stone age brutality

She keeps head bowed against the siberian skies



The shadow of skin that clothes her delicate frame

worn rough by begging on bended knees

scurrying for a morsel of love

chewed out by monstrosity



yet she still feels the heat on her skin

the pattern of hope encases her shroud

bewitching in her wretchedness something stands out

her utter devotion to this her meagre life



The ice white hair wisps around like tiny tendrils of light

she grapples with solitude her only friend and constant

in this nightmare that is her life

bowed again she calls her family to her side



A bay to the moon for her lost mother to come

this child grown old

this feral baby

Raised by dogs



until they ripped out the heart of her with a solitary silver  bullet



Ostracised from society

unable to communicate

yet yearning for love

Maybe never to come.



But somewhere deep inside this animal is more humanity than she has ever known.