She lays, curled tight in a ball
The moon shining its hollow light through her window
Her head hurts from dehydration
For her body grows dryer with every tear that falls
A bitter metallic taste floods her mouth
As she bites her forearm to muffle the sobs
The sobs that come from her gut
The ones that almost turn to screams of agony
And soon the dehydration takes over
Putting her to sleep
And her tight ball of a body, falls limp