Violence
Violence brought her here
An angry man in a noisy world
Taking what he has no right to
Ripped clothing
The snapping of bone
She is at home here
The earthy smells
The cold dark ground
Soft light filters through dense trees
Naked pale body
Sleeps on mounds of green gray moss
Autumn leaves tangled in long dark hair
Night falls
Icy patterns forming on lifeless hands and feet
A screeching owl
The howls of a lonely wolf
But there is no fear here
She is neither predator nor prey
Morning will find her covered
A blanket of newly fallen snow
She is landscape
Part of this place
Fading away into the rich dark earth
By spring life will form
From what she once was
No more suffering
No more tears
She is at peace now
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