Her lips were blue and purple
Her skin an ashen gray
Her hands were cold and still
Her life force long drawn away
But as she lay there in her coffin
It was obvious it was now home
Finally, a quiet place
to decompose and turn to bone
She was only known as
“that dead girl.”
The one found by the road
everyone cried for her
wondering how she could be alone
in this world of many people
and faces and goals and dreams
how could she be left beside the road
to begin to rot at her seams?
Her lips were blue and purple
Her skin an ashen gray
she touched the lives of many
when she was found alone that cold Christmas day
E. Lexi Abbott 