Flat

She wore a polka dot dress,
Hair always a mess,
Six inch heels,
Red lipstick smeared.
She didn't fear death,
Loved dancing, and sex.
She'd climb mountains just to inhale the sweet summer's breath.


The leaves soon would change,
Her life rearranged, she'd still love the smell of old firewood smoke.

Lavender filled her lungs, sunflowers filled her home.
She walks in the dark, smirk at the stars, and the planets aligned.

She was weird, odd, and quirky,
No shame in that.
She didn't make sense,
Like an old Spanish map.
She was FLAT.