She Is...... Moving Poem by Dorothea Gift Of God

She moves as if time has no
Amount upon her life
She
Cries because the women
She is, is incomplete.

This is so embarrassing to
Watch her escape into
The darkness.

Why? Does no one reach out to her?

She is safe clinging to the
Drops of blood that escape's
Her flesh that kills her.

She is painfully broken
She Is empty
She is seperated
From her flesh.

Cover what has me,
Cover
What needs me.

Cover her while
She bleeds
Uncontrollably