skeleton...

beaten hard, eaten well...by calamities...
yellow eyes,big small yellow eyes...
spread around,most blackened,
from quite sometime...
the green lady is sick,inside,outside...
it hurts her veins,her skin burns-slow fire...
but she did try to cry,all her salts,want her to die...
she has hanging on the twig of the tree,she's wry,dry,
with her slender stalk,half-alive...
she swirls,she shivers,she rustles with her pals...eerie noise...
and before saying good-bye,she flies,
to fall with the wind high...
into the empty white pages,of a book lying beside...
which happily closes in no time,that's when she writes,
pressed,to be preserved... for no reason or rhyme...
but only to be opened, to face,the silence...
she looks the same...
she is now the colored silhouette...
a skeleton full of flesh,but with life long gone and dead...
she preaches,she teaches... i just smile...