Sarah J Singer

Of White Roses and Marigolds

Her shoes had no traction. She had not many clothes. What she wore hung off her. No appetite anymore. Mauve lightening veined across the midnight sky never to touch the earth below. She watched and waited for a lightening strike to ignite the parched ground. Quietly hoping for a new reason for this haze. She would see none. It was the hour and time to go in.