Earthchild

Earthchild Nov 2013

Tired bruises
bloomed under her eyes
like spring flowers

Her voice
once singing like canaries
drowned
into a whispering breeze

And that soft smile
so warm
desinegrated to ash

Vanishing into oblivion

Earthchild Nov 2013

Moon Song

There she sat
dark moon cresents
hollowed beneath
her clouded eyes
pale arms folded
across that broken body
concealing those
scarlett ribbons

— The End —