She was dancing in the yard,
as the sun meshed with the mountains.
Her skin chipped away,
as the darkness grew.
She breathed in, and burst into ashes; blanketing the grass. ☾ Sandra
She laid between tree roots,
as the stars tugged at her hair.
Her eyes closed slowly, as to approve of such behavior.
She lifted into their lit embrace, never to meet with the soil she once knew.
☀ Janeth
No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.