There are no answers here.
The wind whispered in her ear
As she knelt before the pines
Lost to the purrs of the outside world
Her view, broken like her mirror
Strewn across the floor, pieces
Of her body amidst the grass
Tearing at her soul. She cries
But silence grips the air. The trees
Spoke her name but the wind
Didn’t care. Vines wrap slowly
Around her breast. Mother slain
The givers breath. No words
Ease the disease that plagues
The soil of her Earth. She pleads
But no one answers. Lost in the Grove
The darkness cascades. Her eyes
Las gleam and she surrenders.