Residue by Meadow Meza
Abandoned.
Unspoken of ashes.
Made for the most lavish of urns.
Color me what? My life was made for all colors!
Stylish, like a fashion icon.
Advertised in jewelry to preserve your little jewel,
But your little jewel didn’t want this.
Disregarded.
Bones piled upon bones.
Better watch me decompose, baby,
Because soon I’ll be bare!
No skin to mark or mourn.
Just… bones.
Bones covered by glass tears,
Never to be sought out.
Graves unmarked.
No stones to unturn.
Stones swept by the sandy shores.
Plunk, plunk, plunk.
“She always loved the waves.”
“Easy clean-up.”
Scattered memories and forgotten lives collide,
All in one day at the beach.
Photo referenced:
Top 10 Vintage Photos of 2015 “Through the Fronds”
Abandoned.
Unspoken of ashes.
Made for the most lavish of urns.
Color me what? My life was made for all colors!
Stylish, like a fashion icon.
Advertised in jewelry to preserve your little jewel,
But your little jewel didn’t want this.
Disregarded.
Bones piled upon bones.
Better watch me decompose, baby,
Because soon I’ll be bare!
No skin to mark or mourn.
Just… bones.
Bones covered by glass tears,
Never to be sought out.
Graves unmarked.
No stones to unturn.
Stones swept by the sandy shores.
Plunk, plunk, plunk.
“She always loved the waves.”
“Easy clean-up.”
Scattered memories and forgotten lives collide,
All in one day at the beach.
Photo referenced:
Top 10 Vintage Photos of 2015 “Through the Fronds”