#100 – Woman Twenty Seven

purple

She wept hundreds of lavender tears.

They dripped heavily off of her wooden shoulders

which twisted tightly like all of her body.

Elegant, yet messy, she was dense and old.

Pale woody branches entwined at the center

lifted, coiled and cascaded into purple.

Filled with bees, her entire being hummed.

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