by Jennifer Paez

I like the image I have of you in my head.
It was more natural than any other time I had seen you.
Simply, you had just followed the order of things.
There you lay.
Next to you I stood.
Everything was the way it was supposed to be.
That is where I filed this image, in a folder I titled “Natural”.
Natural, but not viewable.
More than private, devastatingly sacred.
Sacred like the ashes or like the land they spread you upon.

Jennifer Paez was born and raised in Florida, where she still resides. Lost and unsatisfied in her General Chemistry 2 class she dropped the class to switch to Creative Writing where her passion for writing poetry was fostered. She now has two publications to her credit. Her days are currently spent reading, writing, rewriting and just focusing on her so called craft.