The Scent of Death

A girl has fallen into the waters of despair after the one she loved turned her world into deathly visions.
She looks out at the world from her tear stained window, in search of something more in life than the crazed dreams
his song offered her in return for the
affection she gave him.
He, whom she thought to be her handsome prince, turned out to be the disease of the mind.
For now, Liza can only see the bare tree that used to be in full bloom and once washed away the wounds of her soul, now stands there like a sword waiting to pierce her heart once more.
She picks up the lifeless rose he planted in her hair, and dresses her essence with the scent of death that now becomes her. She rubs it against her face while crushing it with her fingers, and massages the crumpled pieces all over her flesh.
Her eyes turn to the picture of herself with her one time love.
Liza picks it up and rubs the remains of the rose all over his image.
She walks outside onto her porch, runs
down the steps, all the way across the
street to the cemetery, strikes a match,
burns the picture, and lets it fall next to his tombstone where beneath the earth,
his body now lays with hers embraced in
the arms of each other forever.