She jumped from the old Blazer
Heading towards a worn down Citco,
Lightening vibrated the country air.
Her eyes streaked with red
from a sleepless night.

Clothes torn, dark with grime;
hair chopped at all angles.
She looked familiar
An image, a photo,
Someone I’d seen before.

Slipping through the door,
she’s trying not to be seen;
going pale, looking for an exit.
An old cowboy leaves his gas pump.
he laid his eyes on her,
beginning to flee, he follows.

Skies became darker,
winds becomes stronger.
blowing random trash;
slapping a picture to the window,
that’s where I’d seen her.
She was eleven years old,
missing for four years.