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She laid out, with stars her companions. They gently spoke to her, offereing her advice and time to think. With the wind caressing her face with its elegant wave of a flexed hand.
She will breathe deeply soon to releave herself of the droplets of sad that fall from cloudy faces. And a shiver alone to ward off invading, bitter freeze.

There was something mother once told me as a young girl. When the cold sat outside the protective window waiting for me to come out and play, the blanket over my small frame. "Don't go out alone at night child" What a pity she did not listen to such advice from her mother.

She laid there in the grass, unmotivated to move from her position, the rain falling fast. Each droplet yearning for freedom from their protective cloud. Streaming down her face like so many unformed tears, however, cold and biting except warm and salty. She shivered one last time and let her beaten bare body lay out in unforgiving grass with the violent scene that took place there. And thus the grass swayed her life away on a breeze. The perptraitor long disapeared into the shadows of guilty secrets. Another girl whom was denied life.

All because she didn't listen to words so long ago. The words discuised as disgust but meant to be sencere. Don't go out alone after dark. For fear of the unforgiving grass lending your life to the breeze.