Fiction

I found you, by the railroad

Where you laid with my [?]

Wouldn't have been greener

Without your rose leaves

Covered your legs

And the letter

I have prayed

Hadn't yet received

In the slumped frame, your pale face

The devil is still staring

At the fire it roars

It grows, to cover up your gaze

I know it wasn't you who strayed

Stop right where you are

Here is that mother's daughter

We know what you've done

Wе've come to hang the traitor