Nonsensical

Chapter 1

I sat from my slumber, the bones of a dead lover beside me
Unresting yet unmoving
Ignorantly, I took the time to contemplate my morning as I threw down my bare legs out from my white thin cotton sheet onto the mildew meadow floor.

Grazing through the soft waving grass, which tips slowly scratched into my knees like I was walking through pins, unbothersome yet felt and seen in its white slither of thread pattern on my skin.

It flowed in a way which dragged you in, yet its sharp edges warned the idea of leaving.

Down the path, which was not a path at all, but instead was a guidance of humongous footprint indents within the feather grass, their origin unknown but the individual gone, as footprints such as these, the owner would have shook the ground in their journey.

The owner, one could only presume, was that of a dinosaur, some ancient giant fossilised beast still somehow continuing its unknown goal after a quick end to its regretful unfinished business in its former life.

But I carried on.

Past the piano, where the little people live and scattered to hide as I passed by and continued down under the willow tree, who's branches were occupied by the most poisonous sacks of grape sized purple fruit pulps, replacing the harsh combs of metal leaves which chasten those it saw deserving.

My gaze lingered temptationally, and I watched as a branch above I was about to pass under began to grow heavy as the pulps began to act as water droplets on a spider web, gathering and falling into each other till they so weightly morphed into one big ball of delectable dark plum sin syrup, held only by the pinch of the branches hand.

Lifting my hands to cup the ball, the branch let the ball go and it bounced back into place, its bare branch ready for the new seasons ahead.

Undeserving, I tossed the poisonous pulp into the passing stone well, hearing the sizzle of its burst and the light smoke arising like a chimney from the mouth.

I wonder what creatures had lived down there.

Slowly, the giant steps of my guide wilted until there were no trace left, I stood in the high grass, now up to my chest and with no direction to go.

It became thick and many, choking and crushing as the light feathery grass became strong and thick, hurriedly moving by itself
Harsh hard strands binding to pull and push me down, the ground beneath crumbling like desert sand on my bare toes
Planting me far beneath their soiled soul into nothingness
Slowly, yet certainly.

*** this story is currently in-writing, so things may be edited and changed :) ***