I do not think anyone else saw her.
Her.
Laying in anonymous ferns.
Closed infernal eyelids.
Dew drop hair.
Pastel lips.
This silent
grace that she beheld
laying so
s t i l l
as if waiting
for the universe to
whisper about a better world.
I felt her wasted heart bleeding.
S o m e h o w
I knew her.
I now knew the juxtaposition of her
and this realm.
how it had left.
a scorched[surreal]
soul
m e l t i n g.
Her elegant corpse
illuminating
my simple
bus window.
How
hadn't anyone
n o t i c e d ?
She made
the word
go still.
(she made
everything
go quiet)
