Pousez-voux m'aider

Everything she owned was strapped to her back

Curving her under its oppressive weight

Yet anchoring her in this strange world

Murmuring ‘excusez moi’ unintelligibly

Phone clenched between sweaty palms   

She has never been as scared in her life as she was now

She lets air fill her lungs

And when she lets that air go

That fear leaves with it

‘Escusez moi, pousez-voux m’aider?’