April 18, 2005


I watch the girl,
I see her cower and twist,
I see her struggle.
You can fight it,
you are strong,

I call out to her;
Do not let it win,
I urge.

And I watch her try to run,
try to escape the chilly,
cruel fingers that stroke
her neck, then creep down
her back and seize with
malice her
lungs and heart and

You are strong,
I continue to call;
fight it,
I urge,
fight it.

And I watch her gasp
for breath,
I see the blindness in her eyes,
I feel her heart beat speed –
I fear she would be

You are strong:
fight it,
fight it!

And I can only watch


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