Penny

Huddled under a tree, she fell back.

Her hair blending into the roots,

Reaching from the earth.

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Mossy softness.
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Her hands dug into the dirt, through scarce grass; under her nails.

The warm air escaping from her mouth in a little dancing cloud.

Blue, her tears pool in the corners of her eyes.

Soft, delicate, rolling like a child down a hill,

then jumping to it's death off her cheek.

Where did you go?

Sighing as though you can not be bothered by "another one."

Turned your back.

I blink then look down in hopes of your return, one day.

I mindlessly pluck petals off a flower.

White with just a hint of pink, scattering into the wind where they are carried.

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Like dreams.

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I cascade her in a soft blanketed cloak.

No questions asked.

Breathe in the scent of emotional pain.

It has a wafting vanilla musk with a touch of roses.

Always made my stomach turn.

-Saree McClaran
10-18-13