Still lush and full her black hair trembled in the breeze
A single curlicue lay matted against her forehead
Clinging by the grace of sweaty rivulets
Flowing through mystic facial creases
Dripping from a perfect nose
Nostrils wide with their last breath
Her slender unkissed neck
Dreaming of lovers
Seeking sublime attachment
To her yet twitching body
Young in all its terror
Dressed in its crimsoned school clothes
The sweep of the blade sudden
No scream came from her pursed lips
Yet her eyes blinked eleven times
Defying her crime
Saluting her friends
He swung her bloody bauble head for all to see
Tossing it into a plastic bag
Leaving it on the church steps
As a gift marking the end of Ramadan
©kcasady2014
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