Posted on March 31, 2009 at 14:24
"The murder of Sarah Mae Jones"
It was murder...
No other thought besides the fact.
The color and warmth that mopped over,
Dancing, swinging, smiling within the floor.
A single thought in hesitation,
To pick the lock into this garden.
A lonely match, creating tears in the eyes of angels.
A planted seed, who's becoming was that of a struggle,
now resides in darkness, awaiting it's instant to die.