Harsh Cries

Harsh guttural cries...
emerge from the darkest night.
i have felt her hurt.
open wounded flesh...
floats in a dirty salt sea,
drifts away from her.
Tubes and veins frighten...
arterial blood awakes,
in a lifeless soul.
Clawing for a taste...
needs to lick skin in hunger,
one alone will do.
Satiation no.
Quenching waters quiver far,
away from this hell.
Spindly fingers twitch...
meatless spine lurches forward,
unclosable mouth.
Eyes if that at all...
unblinking terrify she,
No one hears her cries.