By: Sim Rou Chen
They hacked her apart, from toes to heart,
Whispering harsh, “You shouldn’t be here.”
Coughing up blood, she felt her eyes flood,
As her wounds began to burn and sear.
“It hurts, it hurts,” her body screamed out,
But her mind fought back, all on its own.
Their laughter died down, reborn as a shout,
As her parts started fusing, all flesh and bone.
“I’m not dying now, not today!”
The fire in her gut crackled and burned.
Scorched by the flames, they melted away.
Leaving her alone; a victory earned.
They ripped her apart, from toes to heart,
But she didn’t bow down, not at all.
They dictated her end, before she could start,
But she refused, standing up tall.