LadyMidnight

Stained chapstick lips
Against
Brilliant blue skies
Moving 
Without sound.
Crystal clear eyes filling with tears
Eyelashes wet
Mouth screaming words
That nobody hears.
The crowds creep in
Harsh and unforgiving,

(I read Bekkah.FIR's post about graduating and had my own mini crisis. :) )
A little bit of cookie crumbs
A small bite of kindness
The falling snow whispering past my ears
A small glass of milk in my slender hands.

A wormy apple dead and rotten
The insides filled with flame
The outside looks a crispy red
But nothing is the same.

It is corrupted into monster’s flesh
Each hole an echoing tomb
Where fingers greedily suck the juice away

Some people read the sports
Some people read the political news
I read the obituaries.
They have always fascinated me 
Because they are so freaking optimistic for a death announcement.

I found a small and vivid bee
Laughing and sipping from a wildflower
It danced in spirals across the field with each passing hour.
Falling across the rays of sunshine, this creature could only see