By Weronika Alchimionek
they have left her frail body
at a wet shore
she was eaten by crazy men
who raped her and beat her out of her realities
on her head, was a black burka
what was left of her
laid peacefully on the white sand
found by a Thai man
a shocking frown was made upon his face
he ran up to her pieces, the torn skin,
the ripped black materials
he screamed with a stream of tears
falling down his nurturing face
'where is God?!'
'where is justice?!'
'justice is, my friend, something we need to fight for,'
her phantom floated in the hot air,
she was an angel
'do not fear,' she spoke, as the air surrounding her grew sun rays
which enlightened the
'don't give up, don't frown upon my beaten skin,'
she smiled hopefully
'they will never have my dignity'
he watched her phantom slowly dissolve into thick air
~is giving up your life worth it? worth it if it changes the world?