February 21st

I remember she smelled like cheap canned beer and Ajax dish soap;
Like that industrial elevator onto McClure 4, with the rainbow carpet walls sticking to its skeleton.
In summertime she ached for hydrangea and lakeside earth, showering her daisies with life.
I miss her breaded mac and cheese and the way her eyes grew red like roses when watching A Dog's Life.
How She felt warm and rough like the woven emerald quilt of my childhood
How she swelled full of love, always with that stupid sunshine smile gracing her cheeks. 
And despite it all, she looked like the edge of winter- grey, withered, and so utterly tired. and I knew.
And I noticed her hair was leaving like the west wind, and her flowers were wilting.
And before I left her, she had this smell of sodden earth and cadaverine…which they all do.
That night I knew she was going to leave me and I cried. 

 

 

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MillieMilesinTheWild

VT

16 years old

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