They found her dead on Eastern Parkway
with a pink ipod in the palm of her hand; it was still playing:
Jimi Hendrix- “Cocaine.”
The concrete didn’t recognize the color of her skin, nor the color
Of her eyes. It did however recognize that her body was foreign--transplanted from some unknown space in a forbidden place
centuries before.
Her hair was a deep shade of red, one that made blood look dull
on white tiles. This hair was combined of wool and wires but straight at the ends.
"She's a goner" said the local man with the 40 oz. in his hand.
Everyone continued to stare
and days later,
her body
was still there
just the way they found her.
© Crystal Belle
3 Power to the People:
Sister, you always manage to pierce me through.
i just read this 5 times. no lie. love every line. eye love your words for the images they spark while reading.
Wow, how crazy is that. Love it. Is this what we do emotionally even when we do physically pick the person up and deliver them to rest?
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