A verdant symphony echoes
Above, around, below,
Encompassing her free form,
A tender touch,
An ardent dance,
But an embrace that withers
When blows the cold tempest.
Life is ripped,
Their brown, broken skeletons exposed
In a forest of death.
She stops — alone —
Falls to barrenness.
The floppy rag doll tears —
The final seam undone.
05/24/17