Is She me?

She flexes the finger
A puzzeling expression covering her face
She didn't understand what was wrong
She didn't know if there was something wrong
Unable to recall the past sixteen years of her life,
But why all of a sudden does this happen?
What in fact is happening?
She tries to process this thought, but is unable
The brain in her head doesn't feel like hers
Is it broken?
Is she broken?
Is this real, or just a dream?
All these questions spiraling around her
Numbing her
Attacking her
Killing her
A broken and bloody mess on the ground
Unable to feel
Is this what she had become?

She gets up,
As if she is reborn
A man, or perhaps a pigment of the imagination,
Rushes to her aid
"Ma'am are you ok? Ma'am? Ma'am?"
She looks at his face
A questiong glance spread from the crease in her eyes to her mouth
She opened her mouth to answer,
Or maybe question him
But no words came out
She tried to speak, but was unable
So she got up and simply just walked away.