filled with carmine liquid, determined to stain my teeth
I breathe in the fresh air and let the warmth seep in
and allow my mind to amble aimlessly through the year,
Ballet dancing across intimate subjects,
the stretch of the new hair just tickiling midway down my face,
against the blue sky, I must have looked strange
a small girl with short black hair
three scarlet berries poking from her cheeks,
but I do not feign to care,
nor do I mind the stares I get from passing cars,
We just sit in that feild, my drupes and I,
counting the hours with each dying blade of grass
the wind gentle and caressing, tossling the ripe plants at my feet
this is why I lived, I believe
to have these moments, sitting in strawberry feilds
recognizing the similarities we possesed
the sickness, green and raw
remission, red and juicy,
Sadly I think on the last part, death and rotted strawberries
not long off,
I push aside these thoughts, determined to never decay
and I would be the everlasting strawberry,
with forever rosey cheeks
and longer midnight hair
my sapphire eyes infinitly sparkling against my pale flesh,
determined to live beautiful
but if I were to die, today or another,
theres one word to describe my caprice
from utter despair, to peace
I would be okay to float deep into a slumber
in this feild, forever resting.
...............................................................
She loved those feilds, my daughter did,
and I think they sealed her fate,
she refused to stay inside even when
I begged, the doctor begged, her friends begged
so thats where I had to put her,
I could not stomach the thought of her in a place
that she did not love,
she held so few things precious,
but always, always you could find her
picking strawberries
with three ruby delights poking from her teeth.
