Naturally Lostcomments powered by Disqus
Posted on Sunday, February 4 2007 @ 15:08:12 Eastern
I spoke to the stream, the silver sheen, and it screamed back in waves. I knocked on the tree, ancient and dry, and it shouted suicide.
I watched the riverbank of emerald grass swirl up my ankles, as the tree smashed the water into sunburst.
I closed my eyes. I closed my body. I waited for the water to coat my skin with metal.
But when I saw my clothes, myself now wet, I could not feel. The water ran down my eyes in shades. I was not the radiance nor the warmth I longed for.
I was naked frost.
I had slivered back into the earth. I had coiled into dust.
I had become the it that speaks, that speaks, wandering off the baby's breath.