her lips were dry
she licked them and the spit froze.
he always liked them moist
but now he’s gone
the thought made her smile
and she felt the dry skin crack
‘oh well’ she thought
as a moment later the blood trickled
down her chin
leaving a red trail
like the path through an oak forest
full of trees grown tall
and past their time
to fall where no one
will hear them
