The vultures feed.
Claws and beak shred,
Tearing into flesh;
Ripping out pieces of brain and heart.
The fattest morsels to keep egos full.
Cries and pleading go unheard,
While she drowns in pints of blood and tears.
But In her eyes,
an ember flickers.
The will to survive remains.
Flint becomes raging fire.
Devastation births warrior.
Armed with thickened scars
And the spirits of those who fell before.
She charges with screams kept silent too long.
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