She opened her eyes

on the 13th of March

and she screamed

with her mother's blood

on her mouth

because she was here

and she was never asked

if she wanted to

So she had to walk

since that 13th of March

on that old crumbling road

where she smelled the flowers

but pricked her fingers

with their thorns

she looked at her blood

and wondered why

She shut her eyes

on the 13th of March

and she smiled

with her blood

on her mouth

because she won' t be here

and she will be asked

why she wanted to