She had no name, the dawn had died within it, unspoken
when life left the corner of her eye
and her whisper echoed, in the dept of her very being
- Please, I beg you, dont - leave me behind

and she cut her wings, erasing all the names of every feather from the tip of her tongue.
Tore every ribs, wide open so that her lungs would regain the will

to breathe