her hair blows in the wind
leaves scatter
mum mutters
and she doesn't understand
who she is
what she is
how she is
why she is
so worthy to live
she cuts her arms
not understanding
anything
but she doesn't know her value
her place in the world
she could have been the best
but alas
years go by and she is almost nothing
wasted, on the streets
one day she takes the weapon out of his hands
and uses it
on
her
she has no idea who she was
she had no idea why
or what
or who
