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.