She knows she can make it.
This is what she has to do it to find way through.
She jumps through time like sheets of rain, killing person after person.
She notices the way people stare, but they don’t come close.
They know to stay back and keep their heads down.
They want her to stop but for now they’ll let her get on with it.
Run on down the road, she shouts.
She’s finding the limit of this madness.
Later, they’ll ask her what it feels like.
She’ll shrug her shoulders and then she’ll be mad.
Her words don’t stretch to an explanation.