Body gives way
breaking under souls' stress
crumpling to unyielding floor
a huddled mass
Strangely she weeps
nary the first blow struck
merely the pummeling of life
pelted by vicious rains
With sharpened bite
flesh stinging of the pains
still forcing self onward
questioning souls ability
Forward by mere steps
stumbling time and again
but the depths of the fall
looms like certain death...
razorous maw agape
hungering for another soul