You've disfigured her.
Slowly dismembered her for two years, leaving the pieces to the vultures.
And they ate her while she stared in confusion, alien to the names you had given her.
Ferrets came and go, gnawing at her sides, hiding in her shade. Sharp teeth in weak bodies.
There she remained, insides showing. Bright red and the whisper of death in her ears.
Words lost, self lost, her eyes look at the sky, blue and clear.
Blood hits the ground, and for the first time, she stares at herself, open stomach.
Her lips return and in the silence of her mind she finds her name.