Unlike any Others had Seen

I cannot tell a soul about the drawing my sister had produced

Even though it sits upon the fridge after the others had been reduced

The parent's had declared it imagination

Though, they don't really have the information

In childish crayon it depicted

A lady with long brown hair with some pain afflicted

Her round head still carrying a red smile

Though it was far wider and might've been there a while

The black dots upon the upper half gazed at the viewer

But to me it feels mocking, as though innocents grew fewer

And her hair stretched past her shoulder

And I wish that I didn't know her

The lady depicted wore a vintage dress of green

Unlike anything others had seen

How I wish I could tear this picture here

But all I can do was stand there and leer

I should've foreseen something like this

For previously she told about a miss

Asking about why my girlfriend had visited in the dead of night

And now I am full of fright

So I got my shovel and flashlight

Heading out into the cold night to see if I was right

And once more dug up the disturbed dirt

Far away where no one could hear the hurt

When the dirt had gave way, what could I say

She was still unmoving, it had recently always been that way

Her eyes still gazed unblinking

And her lips still slit and could not be drinking

Once more I layered the dirt atop of her

And headed back home to head where I previously were

Even buried deep down, her dress was still bright green

Though it wore a stain unlike any had seen