The Sarah Chronicles: Marigold

stones, and bones and
marigold -

a girl once warm
is now filled with cold.

and baby,
it doesn't matter where she
goes, for she

will always
be in love
with snow.

and sunshine
twenty-four-seven, isn't
quite her ideal
of heaven.

so baby come watch her fade,
it's an all day event,
as she slips into the grass

and swims away
with the crows.

this flesh-eating menace,
oh how it sings freshly in her ear -
those delicate words,
they trickle sunshine
in her soul.

stones,
and bones,
and marigold

how could i have let you
eat yourself
like this?