"Don't worry, help is on its way"

Came a screech unassuring 
As a bruised hand held painfully on
While the other wiped an equally bruised face.

"Don't worry, help is on its way"

Came a shout uncomfortably
As the burning body lay on the rain washed road
Skin melting into the cold asphalt

"Don't worry, help is on its way"

Came a low hum unassumingly
As she held on to last of her strength
And fought the men single handedly

"Don't worry, help is on its way"

The voice  whispers over and over again
As she lost in last ray of hope
She bled
She melted
She lost her battle to patriarchy.

She now lies tucked away in white sheets
The place where she took her first breath and opened her eyes
She breaths her last and shuts them for the last time.

She wasn't worried anymore.

Her help had finally arrived.