By: A.B.Thomas
Cinnamon flakes of mudded snow settle atop
A corpse frozen that all but the ground ‘neath have all but forgot
Naked, bloodied, gouged, broken; tossed away without a thought
Her absence not missed, about her even her mother forgot
Years off her ancestral right she had left to seek out her own sought
But along the way the path skewed and goals aloft crashed and perhaps were forgot
High to high, pain to dull; all energy went to the next numbing shot
All to blur the remember that wouldn’t fade to the recesses of the land of forgot
When the weather will strip the blanket of cold for the screen of hot
As the grasses and flowers sprig aft slumber quickly forgot
Just as seasons change, the snow will melt trickle then trot
Taking with it her fullness of feature to husk of humanity forgot
Flesh will be stripped to bone by animal and maggot hunger to blanch and mottled in spot
Stealing to unseeing sockets for lush deep brown eyes that all will have forgot
Harsh are lessons to be experienced rather than those that can be taught
To e’er be redone as the failures to learn fade from memory to forgot
Whether forced or willing to be sold and bought
Is a question that should be asked but will be forgot
As society frowns and tsks at what some life choices bring to wrought
Still did she not have a soul, a breath, a dream that was lost and forgot?
Day upon day; night upon night life does circle with no stop
Save for the woman that lies where even her killer has forgot
Subversify Staff