– The Scarecrow Girl –
I am coloured grey and yellow,
but my heart is red as the rusting soil
of these barren fields on which I stand.
I am soaked with rotten rain,
the scent of damp death
permeating the fabric of my flesh.
I know nothing of flowers or green things;
Only the weight of ashes which bolster my stance.
It seems that I have stood forever in this decay;
Unmoving;
Unfeeling;
Unchanging;
Forever
in the centre
of an endless winter.
I am everything forgotten,
a shadow of your fear;
Unless you choose to see me,
I simply
am not
there…