Palindrome

Escape.
She burst forth and away from the shackles that dared chain her.
Panic.
Hair lashing against her face, wild as an untamed, unkept garden.
Fever.
Her eyes, drops of smouldering amber, melting into madness.
Desperation.
Clinging to every passing soul; begging, grovelling, crying; unseen, unheard
Crisis.
Help!
Desperation.
Child pressed against her bosom, as if to somehow take his agony unto her own.
Fever.
Raging through her babe's limbs as does fire in the heart of Ate.
Panic.
The gleaming peace of silver clutched in her fist, driven into the tiny, flickering heart.
Escape.
Death; relief; release.