White Rose

White Rose (Photo credit: Marketing Specific, Inc)

They found the bones
Two months from the time
She was lost and gone

Through fallen ribcage
Weeds struggled for life
Reaching for the sun

A bracelet beside her glimmered
Its loss of an owner
Bereft and alone

If not for her letter
They’d never have found her
They’d never have known

Suicide is unfathomable
A moment of bleakness
She barely could own

And now of her sweetness
No murmurs are lasting
Except for her milk-white bones

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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8 Responses to Bones

  1. Oloriel says:

    A haunting and painfull write.. I really have nothing to say except hold the tears back.

  2. jrosenberry1 says:

    beautiful and heartbreaking

  3. So heart-breaking =( I love the closing lines brilliant work

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