[sage]

She had soil eyes,

watered down with weeping

and pressed against the sun-

Her skin all sagged

then bubbled up with

decomposition and fell

from flower-pot-bone,

Her teeth like a

latticework all the

vines wound-wound-wound

so she spoke none,

Still her eyes were pressed

to the sun

to search for some

cosmic truth

and I saw it grow there-

a certain knowledge-

blooming like baby-blue

sage

for me to pluck

and consume

~

Reviews

[grimfukle]

Good job. Vivid and thoughtful writing.

[Shadow Paradox]

This is a beautiful piece of work here. Always a fresh of breath air to read you. Especially since I'm barely here. Hope all is well.