The pallid petals - pretty wishes keep me here.
Oh, and I'm still standing here.
Pale blue light and a mirror,
To sit against a tree; a reminder of someone I was
but not,
Again.

Calligraphy. Lay me down.
I feel the markings beneath gown and ground -
drowning bathtubs, garden babies;
Come, darling.
Come, take me.
What a wreck, the telephone's down.
A static-like noise erases the sound.
I'm still standing here though my knees bleed cotton -
Extinction of a doll, glass eyes; forgotten.

Write on me to hear me speak.
No sound, just cotton,
Standing here,
A mirror;
Trees - not again,
Forgotten.