Work Text:
Quiet
summer
leaves
Her
with silent
Death.
Am I
Going to
Watch
As she
Fades away,
her eyes a
Dying
Star.
Will she be
Reborn?
Or is she
simply
Meant
to be
A tragedy,
In the dirt’s
Memories?
Dandelions
blooming
Out of her
Eye sockets,
I always
Knew
Her mind was
A weed.
By me