prey...

Wishing on a teardrop diamond
away ye torturing sickness and death.
Crumpled in a fetal ball, whispering
desperate cries of hope.

Aching with a tremoring despair,
digging deep - clawing, fighting -
for any indication of existence.

Darkness cringes in the corners,
slinking and slithering, spewing
deceit in its wake.
Vestiges of light just barely
hold fast.

Mouthing a voiceless mantra
she wept.