she is

a wounded bird, her wings were cut at 3 years old when mother bird was raped by death
she is…a silent statue of violent dreams, she slept next to a knife for days.
they longed to slit her throat and make her bleed...her resilience made them jealous
she went to sleep worried…she was certain death would win, so she created a fairy world, in it she was a writer and died famous
words carried her on a floating cloud, she sat on it and laughed at death, for awhile she thought death had won, until they took her aunt
that's when she realized death could steal
love came knocking twice and she shut the door so they joined another
she is seduced by what’s unknown yet tremors at the thought of inappropriate touch
she is...a victim and survivor of abuse
she is…overcoming the shackles that buried her in silence
now…she speaks
formidable spirit
singing heart
smiling energy
carcajadas heard from across the room
she is searching for God to comfort…
they are fighting for her soul
but
they cannot
win