Rosemary Necklace

The beads lay still

on her pure snow lips.

The girl from her,

adorned her palms

with Naked Ladies;

heaven could discern

the pale scent.

She braided the

rosemary locket

around Mother Dear’s

frail, icy neck.

She laughed-


for blood stains

on the necklace.

She whispered

while sprinkling the

leaves of Rosemary

on Mother Dear’s

damned soul.

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