her eyebrows are crooked horse hairs
her hands are quivering with the chill
her pain is growing thick
she hears the silent wind
she breathes this all in
her heart is flushed for she ripped it out
she needs a little love in her past
she needs a little hope in her tiptoe
he walks up and he gives a glance of clear water
her eyes turn to thick molasses
and she pulls back her wildflower hair.
