Garden Girl

Empty screen violently shuts with a creasing bang.

shouts harsh and winded shake the younger childs shoulders.

Eyes of olive burn intensly into the heated earth.

Flying backwards the child falls head cracking against steel gray concrete.

Honey hair flutters down simply around her molded face.

Hot burgundy runs down the street painting a last picture by the angels hands.

Papa, why she screams in ghost, mind, spritual form.

soft feathered hands pillow at her sides, as he carries her lifeless form to the gates.

gone last words spoken by the world unknown.