Crunch, crackle, cut loose I fall
sending shivers, my teeth gnaw.
Scarlet, amber, flash, I bawl
with my veins and stem now shorn--
no courage at all.
Splat against the walls, ooze sap
thought the trunk turned off my tap.
In my lavish gown dance, swirl
round about in breezes furl
like a normal girl.
Spiders, mites, grab hold, hang still
(though it is against my will).
How they get under my skin
when they crawl, gnaw me again.
Got to lose them, will!
Turning points rust ‘round the hinge.
Getting ‘old’ is life’s revenge.
Once soft rain tears me apart …
others see a work of art
of my self, a fringe.
Twirling, settle on the ground
where my mulch lies so profound.
I once thrived but now I lay
turned to ashes … ash I stay
crushed up by Deaths’ hound.