12-09-2013, 12:42 PM
She could pull a smile out of the mouth of hell.
I had never seen dead sunflowers printed on a dress.
I watched her, Skipping moss covered stones in a dry lake;
chasing butterflies around bodies unburied.
She was the last of them.
The last of us.
It had been eleven days since she'd eaten
A mug half filled with water on her last day she looked back on the wars.
I think she was 11 or 12.
11.
Infantries and investors.
Doctors, scientists, the churches.
The ones we dont see, the inbetween.
She was inbetween.
Now she was the only.
before she got too weak she would play and play.
She was never afraid.
Never cried.
She didnt even drink the water
I had never seen dead sunflowers printed on a dress.
I watched her, Skipping moss covered stones in a dry lake;
chasing butterflies around bodies unburied.
She was the last of them.
The last of us.
It had been eleven days since she'd eaten
A mug half filled with water on her last day she looked back on the wars.
I think she was 11 or 12.
11.
Infantries and investors.
Doctors, scientists, the churches.
The ones we dont see, the inbetween.
She was inbetween.
Now she was the only.
before she got too weak she would play and play.
She was never afraid.
Never cried.
She didnt even drink the water