She woke upon
behind quarantine lines of reduced longetivity.
Whole sections of the city had slid from their foundations, rising smoke where windows were.
Neighborhoods once home to her upturned in a warrantless search for subservience, enforced with turrets between the shanty towns still intact.
The stench of human passage rotates
around the axles of buses pushed onto
and coupled with
she wished she
would have died when
the rockets hit.
But she climbed to
spit the blood from
her cheeks and vowed
to reach a
place this could not