Crimson tears,
    They fall from her eyes,
As she looks to the road.
    Her head is filled with pain,
Her innocence now lost.
    She cannot speak. Or scream.
Her breath is quiet, yet gasping
    And the world around her is still,
Only the ghostly lights of the car move.
    Freedom has escaped her.
The strong thrust chilling winds
    Force her to the ground
And they fall again
    Those crimson tears.

by Claire Farrance (age16)