A raccoon carcass lies in a ditch, decaying. Without it, the spring blossoms would still lay dormant underground.
The bodies swell and burst in a matter of days, but that only makes the sunset all the more wondrous.
Dark shadows play on the walls, but none stand out more than the silhouette of she who just wanted love.
Fingers close lids
Carefully place pennies
Rifle the pockets
Steal the shoes
Smoke a stolen cigarette
Pray
Walk away
Crabapple petals fell softly,
Deep pink mingling with the red below.
Flies buzzed frantically,
Circling the bloodless corpses.
The emaciated figure crouched
Watching them cast it aside
Ran towards the worn, drab pouch
Alas, it was empty inside.
