she was unwritten
sprinkled all over
un-collected
a melting candle
a dropped tear
an unseen kite
there she lay
in the half-light.
sly earth absorbs
and rain dissolves
it began to rot
gradually
her odour was noticed
now every sight she caught
her scars were brought
deliberately
to the 'lime-light'
posing rawness
and ignorance
tragically..
there was no end
to what darkness did to her
light gave her 'start'
they made her,
forget the dark..
she did it all
yet 'wastrel'
she was called
she was designed
to lay in the half-light
eternally.
