Wrapped in Plain

She walked
Her head hung down
Watching her feet
Move on their own
Restless hands
Grasped at things
No one else could see
Dark circles watch
As eyes grow wide
Guardians of her gaze
A high red flush
Of something wrong
Stained the hills of her face
Midsummer blazed
Her rotting cage
Death took his hat off
At the grave
The scarecrows drape the colored page
Marking giant mistakes
Getting stronger in pain of
These special things
All wrapped in plain


And no one saw
Pale shoulders shake
Passed over for
Shinier things
For brighter birds
With bigger wings
Take up all of the cracks
Nothing left for the faint
This poisoned mouse
With paws on stars
Mottled gray fur
Ignored


She quickly dreams of fall
Where brighter flowers dive
And bend
Quicksand's
Right hand
Weighs in
Low weathers
Greatest friend
Wet breath in shallow lungs
That drown
Quick hands
Like doves


The scarecrows drape
The colored page
Gaping selfish mistakes
Grinning wider each day
Growing stronger in pains
Of these special things
All wrapped up in plain
An imbeciles glory day
Spitting coins at the fade
Of these special things
Twilight final soft claim
All wrapped up in plain
All wrapped up in plain
These special things