A grave

rich, dark (color I'm looking for, its a dark redish-brown) earth
the night, a crimson black
hand reaching up from the ground, no mine mind is simply/just playing tricks
^cold
just a mound of earth, no marker, no stone, place-maker or memorial
-did she deserve one?-

"The bitch is no more" 
"Remember"

The irony of her situation stinks
or did I just not dig far/deep enough?

What did she do, three years
and two days ago tonight? I forget,
must not have been important.

nothing is different (has changed) without her
 the trees sich (has changed) but agree in the grove
around this place (grave?).
that they've noticed no change.



colors:

dusky
cranberry
maroon
velvet
coffee black
crimson
rust
brick
rhubarb
cinnamon
cherry
brandy
-wine
mahogany
rum spice
garnet
dk cobblestone
autumn
auburn


I can't think of the color I'm looking for. the dark rich purple red with a bit of brown in it too.

maybe I'll know it tomorrow, this is an ok draft/outline, I think.