Sally Scarlet

red letters on a desk with dust, her birthday card written perfecta — water drop on paper; ‘to the leaf i know will fall but not too far, please not too far’ flew in the breeze leaf crumbled like a fall of autumn — first freeze. killed everything within me; a zombie queen of a necropolis of misery. her plot is my home under this blanket of grass, with a petals kiss sleeps a life. the tree instead here with me a butterfly flaps away.