In the lands of her enemy,
She fought endlessly.
Tears slid down her face,
In the blood of her own race,
She bathed.
Solitude confided her sleepless nights,
As her silent cries forced the fights.
Her arms scratched; her feet trembled.
She gasped for air as her spirit crumbled. Alas, she collapsed to the earth.
“Finally, you’re down!”
She looked up from the ground.
A menacing laugh echoed all around “Finished laughing?” Pressing her wound with her hands, She brought herself up again.
Brushing the dirt on her body And locking her eyes with her enemy, The girl mustered a Cheshire smile As she stood silent for a while.
The enemy was her and me.
I was her; still, I am her enemy.
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