My body is speckled with gold leaf.

I lie here, in the wild grass that reaches far, far out.

It's all that I can see.

I lie here, in the water that laps over my body, the lake that reaches far, far out.

It's all that I can see.

I lie here, on the blackened, charred floor that reaches far, far out.

I can't see.

But my body is speckled with gold no matter the circumstance. 

If you rip away the gold, you will rip away my flesh, and I will bleed for days until I bleed no more.

I lay here, golden.

A golden body.

I am decaying.

The ends of my fingers have already found their home in the ground, in the soil, amongst the worms and the bacteria.

But I am golden, and I shall make this earth golden, too.

(She is golden as she decays. Her mind is black. Her bones alabaster. She is tri colour.)

(And so are you)