She lies in the grass of a strange land hands folded across her bare chest a sunflower locked in death’s rigid embrace. Her body’s overflowing with heaps of wildflowers with roots that burrow deep into her flesh in anticipation of its return to dust. Her momma called the cops, her baby’s been gone far too long won’t come home won’t answer the phone but they’ll never find a city girl here lying dead in the Montana prairie, not under all those heaps of wildflowers to mask the smell. It’s almost peaceful on this lukewarm afternoon just as the photographer’s eyes cloud with an emotion that is almost remorse as he drops the match and the tips of the grass above her face sway and tickle the big blue sky until it cries ashes.
There is supposedly a site called "Dead Girls" on the deep web. This is my tribute to the victims.