Gardener of Words

Beneath the rotting wings
Stand a lonely girl
Feathers adorn Her hair
Little white flowers
Sparks of life struggling
In Her most beautiful eyes 
Like hungry swarm 
Fingers tremble in their foundations
marking traces of pungent smileAcross the cracked lips
Here - inside
Forsaken garden of Eden
Pouring from Her soul
with no Gardener of Words
it fades to rot
Only the scent of Her burning heart
Perfumes the air
to let me know
That She's alive

Beneath the rotting wings...
Beneath the tides of sorrow...
She is.
Just is.