'Prime time of your life'

Skeletons, all,
and she the only one with flesh,
as she can see now, with hindsight.
Old memories, dry as bone,
shine with repressed clarity of breath,
and she sees the differences without fright.

There is only one way to proceed,
and the blood roars in her ears,
and, carefully, she starts to cut it away.

Skin peels like magnet from mate:
in the air her muscles sear,
sand she realizes she cannot finish her way.

She slowly starts to fall,
letting out a plaintive moan,
and seven hours later her parents find the deed,
ruined form in a sacrificed state.