Friday, February 4, 2011

Before They Found Her

Tight and wet over her full blue lips – a maple leaf wrapped like an amber palm holding protests back – and her eyes opened to the big empty – a blue bowl of winter sky - cloudless witness – damp, green, departed to sights beyond her resting place in this park’s snow blanketed meadow. Alabaster cheeks and one or two locks of red hair.

Chilled and solitary she lay in wait for her eventual discovery. Her last message, prepared for the first to find her, but ready to deliver before she left us altogether.

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