Traveling alone a dark road
Up the hill
Afraid of what might be
Behind the black fences
Walking carefully, swiftly.
She sneaks down the hill
Near the snaking river
The flashlights ray
Catch her silhouette
As she runs zigzagged
Across the uneven earth
The dead leaves break
With the weight of her captors
The dogs stop barking
At the river’s bank
She watches them
Barely breathing
Barely moving;
Praying they wont see 
Her breath in the cold.
She finally acknowledges
The cold night air
Suddenly feeling the 
Knives of the water
Bare into her skin
The pain is excruciating
And as she relaxes, 
She can feel the bruises
The scratches;
Feel the blood
Cascading down her back.
They come across the river
Forcing her to move
Away from their sights
She wants to scream
In agony
But knows that screams
Mean death.
Literally biting her tongue
She sneaks through
They gray trees
Trying to find a hiding place
Trying not to die.
She feels weak
Hungry
She hears it
Before she feels it
Blood escapes her heart
As she sinks toward the ground
The pain intensifies
And dies with her.