Small drops of blood ripple the lake
like sound waves across the sky
the tiny sounds carry
like a rogue lion looking for his own pride
small footprints
from a lost child
are memories
of her journey
the smell of rotting flesh
like a reminder of her loss
stays hidden in the wind
with each breeze through the trees
many tiny tears
slide down her fragile legs
after being caught on her torn shirt
they puddle at her worn feet
dirt covers her skin
like a thin cold blanket
making her appear like the sand
beneath her toes
emptiness
is the only thing she can taste
from her weeks of starving
wasting away
her feeble attempts to find someone
leave her growing weaker
in this wasteland of predators
open space is like a prison
no one to hug her tears away
no one to smile at her when she is sad
no one to cure her hunger
no one to call mom and dad
..................... the smallest vision...........................
.................... in a lonely child's eyes....................
.................... is the strongest tears........................
................... as she faces her biggest fears............
