Wounds

Slashes, spread

Across her

Stomach.

She clutches the

Ladder, and attempts

The ultimate,

Possession.

The thick, red

Fluid.

Drip, drip, drips,

Down. The

Sound hits their

Ears. They

Clutch their

Stomachs and screech as she

Trudges along the dirt

Path.

Constructed.

By the hands of the

Others. As she reaches

The end.

They all wither

Away.