Violet and Her Swamp Man

Party for one Violet sits Waiting for her life to begin Black balloons share her thoughts Ebony lipstick Shining through her tears Waking the forest animals Who guard the swamp Party for one Violet smiles Ready for her swamp man to appear Knowing he is out there Misty, magical, myth of an evening Just the kind of weather She needs to be taken into arms and cherished She hugs and nurtures herself Knowing no one is coming Feeling alone, and loving it Realizing her own power and talents. She picks up a sketchpad and begins to draw. A sound comes out of the forest Something dying, captured in the jaws Or otherwise swiftly silenced. Violet begins penning words alongside her swamp man.