My arms feel limp, my chest hollow like an ancient tree finally succumbing to the ravages of time. Weather beaten and forlorn the empty hollow tree weeps in misery, for in it's current state it can not love.
A bitter darkness fills it's angry heart and a black sap seeps through it's hollow chest. Solidifying blackness engulfs the tree from root to branch.
Stillness echoes through the night.
Stillness, for a single movement, one solitary twitch and the encrusted blackness will come sprinkling down. Twinkling in the night the shattered pieces of it's soul lay un-sown, cast aside, forgotten, ready to be reborn.
A breeze brushes past, a branch sways, the tree shatters and I die dancing under twinkling shards of bitterness.
hope you guys enjoy this one. i enjoyed writing it...'course, i did feel like my chest was going to pop. someone said i was mad today. mad...as in crazy. i don't think he's wrong. ah, well, that's what pills were made for. love ~ maha, the drug induced bitch from hell.