Heart pounds like thunder against my ear drums as my hands clench my head in a vice grip until the blood rushes to a slow trickle in my veins, flowing down like a fiery explosion of lights searing the blue skies.
Heat rays stroke my face as the salt droplets dance on my lips and drain into pools on the warm cement, the grey matter sucks the tears greedily into its pours. The sun strolls slowly across the horizon as I raise my head from the ground.
Shadows sway between the trees as the wind strips the last of the autumn leaves away as my vision swims around trying to focus. Stepping lightly I feel the crunching of the brittle lawn and dry leaves. The trees are bare as their souls are exposed to the air. Each gust pierces the hard bark and over the years breaks down their strength and resistance. The willow whips its arms toward me, calling me to come nearer.
Each trunk tells a tale in the deep grooves as my finger tips pick at the flaking protective barrier. Pieces wander slowly to the dirt and sap oozes as my heart begins to race. Pink tinged sap is sticky and wet as it adheres to my palms. There is one single droplet of blood that swirls down of my blood caked hands to the earth below and remains there taunting the mud as it settles in and resists the pull of the earth’s energy.
