Treded soil

A part 2 too my poem "to my new friend"

Continue from and to my old-new friend
Ending in a bath of cruel intent
The skies fall towards her
Surely trapped beneath her heels, my cold old friend

Her skin grows pale, her smile stail
She fails to protect her mothers name
The shame she felt, her flesh she'll share
Peace she ensnares from those  who care

I see her walk, I creep and stalk
I hear her talk, her voice like chalk
This
Stops now, ends here
Her mind still clear, "I matter not"
That's what this young Girl thought !