Her tiny, delicate face haunts me
Perfect round structure
Purple bruises line her cheeks
Closed eyes, left one black
Wild dark brown hair
Fine and Full
Flat in the back
Long, wispy and straight out
Red lips in a perfect pout
Closed mouth
What truth is trapped inside?
No more breath
Creamy white skin
Limbs that lay limp
Ten fingers and toes
Soft and cold to touch
Metal and Plastic equipment
Mucous and blood
Sea green sheet
Everything lifeless next to her
Photographs and swabbings
Gloves
Police and investigators
No family
Nurses, EMT’s and techs
Anger, frustration and sadness
Tears that won’t fall
Tightened throats
Hold her tight Lord
Kiss her tiny, delicate face
Heal her bruises
Give her life
