My Bones Hold My Story

 The cool fall breeze washes over my pale face. My lips had long since turned blue and I am starting to wonder if anyone will ever find my body. I was left directly in the middle of the forest that I was taken in and if it wasnt for the circumstances I would say that the day is beautiful. The bright orange and yellow leaves twirl in the air with the wind, sometimes landing on my face then swiftly being picked  up by the wind and carried farther away. The sun shines through the gaps in the trees making the shadows of tree branches cover part of me. Charms on my necklace chime as the breeze moves over me. I wish to leave theese woods but I cannot for I can't leave before you know my story.