Slowly Disappearing

Blackness above all
With a blanket of stars
Each one
Twinkling in its own delight

Laying there
Staring up
Surrounded by
Dew covered grass

Thousands of things
Throughout her head
Screaming to be heard
But motionless she stayed

One single, salty, tear
As hot as fire
And as sharp as a razor
Streaming down her
Pale, weak, shallow cheek

Continuously it streams
Down and down again
She's coming to a conclusion
But no one will know

As the dew covered grass
Slowly turns brown and dry

As the blackness above all
Slowly lightens up

As the blanket of stars
Slowly disappears

What is left
But a small
Outline of where
She once was