Sour apple blades of grass
Kiss her skin like feather dusters
And plumes of evergreens fractal the beating rays
Of summer's midday

Her steps falter, heart beat sluggish
A matching tune
To the drip drip drip
Of crimson tears
Tracking down her wrists,
Gathering and falling off cold fingertips

A bed of silk meet first her knees
Then her cheek
The smell of dirt and anguish
Invades her senses
Heavy eyes flutter shut
And the glaring red curtain
Fades to black