She became dirt

As roots permeated what once was skin

Arterial walls turned epidermic

Past epidemic proportions as light drew thin.

Her sweet taste of sugar

Which formerly electrified my sour soul

Has now turned bitter

The taste of dirt so rotten, an effluvium of old.

Bones turned to branches

And hair to weeds with blossoming blooms

Dark eyes turned black

As she retreated to the universe through her organic tomb.

Her effigy stands tall

In my mind as a symbol for misguided souls

Indoctrinated in legalism

Mistaking emancipation for a prisoner’s role.