she grabs her stomach
and it crumbles beneath
her fingers like
sand
help her.
she is bare
help her.
she is open and the gaping
hole is an eraser mark that she cannot
fill in with her eyes.
her hands are still reaching
and the look on her face is stretching
out her lips in a way that i never imagined
and still there is nothing between her palms
but breeze
help her.
she is void of all
help her.
she is trying
help her
she is crying and i promise
you,
she is scared