She Is Like So

She lies on her arm

red with blood

So fresh, so bright

no pulse in sight.

She lies on her arm

eyes shut tight

So cold, so white

not a bit of a fight.

She lies on her arm

mouth agape

So blue, so light

undeniably right.

She lies on her arm

legs curled up

So soft, so tight

no longer upright.

She lies on her arm

red with blood

So fresh, so bright

no pulse in sight.

Author's Note

author's note: I'd like to hear some criticism...