A Sailor Dress

It streamed through her
Waves that hurt
Fragments of her being caught their eyes
 Vicious, cold gleaming stars
Blood of her insides seeped onto their hands
And soaked the white of her sailor dress...
There was blood on the moon that night

During the hours of that long, black night
Her raped torso shuddered to a silent halt
Beneath the almost leafless branches of an elm

Overwrought, her brain didn't comprehend
Would it ever end?
It wouldn't-until pounding feet left

Life had ended as she knew it
She moved the last leaves of the elm
With her jagged breath
And with winter's decline
She died inside

Finally, birds trilled their life giving sonatas
Her smile reached the outside and
She answered.