There she stands,
a pillar of salt,
Her lungs were taken from her,
because she looked back.
She with her eyes like desert pearls,
now covered in sand.
How dare you,
dripping ink on her canvas like she is something to be written. There is no story here.
No one wins the battle and the war does not exist. It is only her, standing there forever because she dared.
And when the night finally falls, tears drip from fingertips,
only you do not get to be the one to wipe them away.