Mine is dead
Beaten to a bloody pulp
Laid in its grave
The trees
They didn't do it
They move
Their roots
Twisting and turning with every step
Terrible cracking sound
With each contact made with the ground
They stare
Their beady eyes burning holes into my
Soul
I ignite the fuse to my inevitable timer
Tick-tock
Every second wasted now becomes a
Minute
Then
There she was
Far away from home, I saw a light
Her eyes burned me
However not my soul
She looked normal
Like me
She stared harder than
I've ever been examined before
She tried
She did
As if her help would reset my timer
Within a single word out of my mouth
I saw her twist and turn
The trees
Oh, the trees
