Fourteen

In the mountainous dark ahead
An icy solace awaits.

Three mountains,
A river, and all the fear
that could ever be felt 
formed the frontier
she faced that night.

That night
the night of the escape
ringing in her ears forever
as she ran, foot after bleeding
foot across the Gobi desert.

Only the stars are with us.

The thud of running.
The wiles of the mountain men
on a smuggled teenage girl
still shivering having fled,
still looking behind for birds.