A tremor felt in her spine.
She woke to a horror that day.
Everything around her felt hushed, like a cold winter night or an autumn evening.
She ran as fast her legs could but the horror kept on following through.
Her heart skipped a beat or two when she saw what was in the mirror.
Turned her face to ash.
She didn't do it, wasn't her fault.
She wanted to cry but her cords were lost.
Someone closed in on her, hugged her tight.
Told her what happened, she recalled it right.
I know it's hard but I'll live through,
I am the phoenix, I will fight through.