Life... or something like it?

A silent rebel, she rose from the floor,
hard and cold to touch, no sign of life…
Her spirits crushed, her soul scarred and bruised,
devoid of all human attributes…
oblivious and indifferent to every emotion lost…
Lacking any sign of life…

Am I still alive? Sigh…
starts taking deep breaths...stops for a while,
steals a glance at the marks left behind by the storm
that raved along her body, mind and soul. Clothes torn...hair disheveled...
Her stolid face bears the marks of tears long dried up,
Lacking any sign of life…

Embarrassment? No longer there...
The dejected feel is now a nonentity.
I am not alive, I cannot feel
Life? Or something that looks like life?
There is neither a beginning…nor an end
merely a dead existence…
Lacking any sign of life…

It has been quite some time now…
Blood still oozing out of cuts and lacerations…
It used to leave her weak once, but hurts no more…
Not anymore.
The agonizing pain- nonexistent.
A gory picture…
Lacking any sign of life…

There comes the sound of his approaching footsteps…
drawing closer...he, nearing his end every fleeting second…
An inch closer will leave him departed, beaten to jelly,
body tattered…shredded into pieces.
She revels in the thought of a lifeless existence without him…
her face shows no sign of discomfort…
lacking every sign of life…

She nurtured many hopes in her heart…
never imagined herself capable of hatred like that!
She could make it work, if only he would let her…
Or that was what she thought.
Contemplating on the sinful thought,
leaves her in tears...streaming down her face...
Shows what? Every sign of life!