Cerelia
by MYRYN VILLAFLOR
devoid of freshness,
a vague scent of life is diffused
in the air.
of mossy veins
entwined,
around her thigh
and morel mushrooms strewn
around her hair,
hushed forest would bow low
once she walks by.
the foliage would soon breed, then crawl
out from the undersides
of her shimmering
belly.
her clothes shall tear and rot
yet, her skin will remain,
speckled, with barest
trace of Autumn.
Copyright (C) 2012 by EvanescentMoon