She sits upon the bare Linoleum,
Legs folded in,
Back hunched, head down,
Counting the invisible tears
Never splashing on the floor,
Dry and hollow inside;

Surrounded by quiet
Struggling against the birth
A fight for her life
Fought in stillness
She stands her ground

Never found
It is a cold kind of grief
That is too numb to feel
The heart that shatters
Inside, shards cut through her skin
And fall all around
Shimmering sound
Of innocents death