Words Of a Feather

Here Lies MC

A garden of flowers and a rock are all to comfort her

The flowers soft, yet cold, akin to her skin

They surround and cover her, knowing she will soon feed them

The rock awaits the day it will stand above her

Bellowing her name from above

A woman who was attached to those she cherished,

She was the last of her loved ones to die

A woman who craved a unique life,

She died of old age

A woman who, at the bottom of her heart, wanted to be noticed

She had no funeral or anyone to mourn or remember her

Truly a death fitting for her

MC