1. Fall

She stood at the window.

Seventh floor. New place.

She saw Shahed.

The drone fell between her family’s block

and the next one.

Ukrainian army.

Martyr. Witness.

A name for a boy.

Her daughter was five.

School was supposed to start soon.

Ten days underground.

In the dark, with breathing like prayer.

Then she rose.

Not like hope.

More like a stone.

And she ran.

Child in her arms.

No plan. No pause.

Just the running,

towards life.