A Girl Trapped in Thorn Bushes

A young teenager of thirteen,
Ascends a steep, rocky hill with her sword, her weapon of choice.
A coyote startles her,
And she falls down the path on her back.

She grasps onto her sword,
And prepares to use it.
But no one's there,
And she's lost in the thorn bushes.

Her body creates tears,
Out of anywhere but her eyes.
Soon the tears form,
Into a ginormous, dark-red puddle.

In agony,
She slashes the bushes.
The thorns are too strong for her puny sword,
Instead they fight back.

The bushes cover up a square mile of land,
And she can't find her way out.
She soon gives up,
And waits for a hero to rescue her beaten body.

Lost in the pain,
The agony, the suffering,
She falls fast asleep,
But not in her bed.

Nobody hears her faint cries,
And some just ignore them.
She is soon,
Way past dead.

They find her rotting corpse,
Lying on the forest floor.
They didn't want her to die,
They were just too lazy to help her.

They sob for months upon months,
Some even attempt suicide.
Intoxicated by what happened,
By their selfishness.