Aftermath

She sits 
Tight as a bubble
Clawing for release;
She rocks
(not in the modern sense)
Splattering salt 

What shits

Pulsing for trouble
Delight in what they thief?
Time stops,
(Not in the linear sense)
Shattering. Fault.

So, read into it what you will
Til each soul-killer has his fill.

She who's felt it knows.
Repeated herstory goes.