Tuesday, June 5, 2012

In the Woods


Sunshine glinted harshly off her feet.
So still, toenails painted a darker shade of red,
Contrasting with near-bloodless skin
So still
The breeze could not move them, nor the sun
Kiss any color into the pale
A lonesome insect, chasing a dream,
Wandered desolately across the delicate arch
Over the ridge of each distinct toe
Not a flinch disturbed him as he traveled along
At length he flew off
Abandoning those lifeless limbs
While the birds sang their eulogy
And the forest kept its secret

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