Some kind of Nature

(Dolce Vita Wedges; High waisted shorts Urban; Sweater the closet floor; Neckalace handmade; Beanie Urban)

Her feet were icy and cold overtook

tiny furs began to appear wild marrow clotted

and sprouted two tiny doe feet

At first it was painful but as the minutes passed it was easier to pull her golden frames weight.

Tiny clusters of turquoise began to harden around her shell

and her heart's ache began going numb

In a fetal position little ladybugs began to gather

Her last sight was the sun's rays beaming through the branches of willow trees

Erased were the memories of innocence and crime

Nevermore would she shed tears or kiss the one she loved in this hiding place under the harvest moon

Shed stay while forest creatures would come to comfort

Here lies an anonymous being

A plaque of empty words

grateful for the day when archaeologists would attempt to resurrect the silence

of alone and wonder.

- October 7, 2010