Sitting on the ground

On a chilly summer day,

Words scratched at her throat,

Yet she had nothing to say

It was never truly clear,

She’d forgotten her own face

There was something about fear,

It kept her stuck in one place

She’d gotten a taste of life

Now her mouth was full of sand,

Someone twists the knife,

Her blood was on her own hands

The sky was cloudless,

Longing reached for her,

Forever soundless,

Remember what we once were?