Umbelical cord wrapped around
she was once an ok girl.
They undressed her of her own skin
Now darkness lies within.
Hours and minutes pass
her mom screams get out..
water pooring on her like fire
its what kept her a little brighter
Snakes crawling all over your body
not a word or scream can help ya lately.
pupils black as the night sky
Your lucky im shy.
The Flow of Poetry 