streaming down her face
a meandering crimson river
round her high cheekbones:
a mountainous onslaught for truce

of bloodshed: torrents flood parched lands
flowers bloom like the virgin chuckles of a newborn

of cradles: an undarkened lamina
solid and pure alabaster
to carve the next narrative on

of narratives: oft subjective
fictional and elusive
wistful thinking

never give up on her dreams
she was told

she stayed in her coma.