Sunday, April 30, 2006 9:58 PM
looking out the window,
she wonders why it's dark.
a few pinpricks in the night
barely showing its light.
her eyes puffy
and her face
a myriad of blues
and greens,
she looks at the flower in her
hand
she stares
a pool forms.
of water, of blood
who knows? who cares?
a slight smile.
a flutter of lashes.
the flower falls,
crushed.