Skull Women

The Pines,
Sprinkled in white,
Hang limply.
Underneath,
Sits a women.
She is Shrouded,
in smokey grey.
It swirls,
But also
Lays heavy
upon her shoulders.
It weighs down her head.
which hangs low.
Her hands sit in her lap
folded.
Looking closely,
you can see
her boney fingers.
Moments pass.
She lifts her head.
and shows her face.
A skull.
Dead hair framing
the milky white bone.
she lifts her hand,
not boney,
but bone.
Her pain and suffering
envelop you,
Before you turn,
and run.
Her hand falls
into her lap,
her head falls
low.
she goes still.
and waits,
for someone to save her.