Last Leaf

It all came toppling down. One moment, I was there, smiling and laughing with the human faces that girdled me. Exchanging ideas, offering help, and covering for each other's antics. I don't know. It- It just happened too quickly for me to process. Was it a fire? I wasn't sure, and I find it difficult to say. But if there's something I know, it's that I did not deserve it to happen. None of us did.

We weren't born to spill blood. Not me, not any of them out there. All those corpses that lay there, embracing my spines to spell a creepy chill, whispering into the hot zephyr kissing my torsos. They have me bound like a volcano, the inferno bubbling with every passing moment, the fiery rage that rushes through my veins, not dying out. All I know is that I have to do this.

You know what? Business never seemed to interest me until you did it, to make me lose my loved one once. Now I'll ensure you lose yours, with your respect, and your dignity a thousand times more. As the last leaf on their tree, the last hope for their survival, I'd do it all to ensure your payback. With excellent interests.

Because last leaves don't wither. They hold their heels to witness spring, and its peers entering a fresh chapter, and then kiss the ground with a smile on their faces to spill.