Words for Thoughts

Army Girl

She ran in mud
Her soles squish and squeak
Enemies guns at large
Too scared to speak
Her eyes bloodshot
Each day awaiting death
A weakling she is
A hard shallow breath
Taunting, brooding
She is scared
Forced to go to this camp
More she has bared
Every knife she kept
Every stab to hurl
Everything will fall
But she is the Army Girl