Her eyes don't tell a story
They're unlively...
Almost dead.
No longer vivid, No beauty.

Just sorrow.

She tried to bury it deep
But her hands wouldn't let her.
Shallow indentations, but it was enough.
She tried to place them strategically.
Set the trap, to kill the beast.
Paid close attention
To intricate detail.

Her placement could not have been
Anymore incorrect.

The sky never opened,
And drained it's eyes.
Those mocking clouds,
Took deep breaths
and held back their tears.

Nothing left to quench her thirst.
Dust and bones.

Bury it deeper this time.
Her shaky hands will try.
Searching for an underground spring
Bringing all that she needs to stop hurting.

She needs overflowing rivers
And devastating floods
Thousands injured, hundreds dead
Just to be satisfied.