The girl with the dried out hands

the girl with the dried out hands
is standing on the precipice
of a cliff no mortal eyes can see
arms outstretched like a crucifix

the girl with the dried out hands
has waited for an eternity
with the wind at her back
holding her up from the void below

the girl with the dried out hands
knows her life is slowly fading
but she always looked at the light
until now the darkness beckons her

she waits for death
the girl with the dried out hands
waits for death

the girl with the dried out hands
has let go and fallen backwards
- Hunter Van Brocklin