Monday, March 9, 2009

A Bitter Hollow

Open Wounds
Originally uploaded by ka24det
My arms feel limp, my chest hollow like an ancient tree finally succumbing to the ravages of time. Weather beaten and forlorn the empty hollow tree weeps in misery, for in it's current state it can not love.

A bitter darkness fills it's angry heart and a black sap seeps through it's hollow chest. Solidifying blackness engulfs the tree from root to branch.

Stillness echoes through the night.

Stillness, for a single movement, one solitary twitch and the encrusted blackness will come sprinkling down. Twinkling in the night the shattered pieces of it's soul will lay un-sown, cast aside, forgotten, ready to be reborn.

A breeze brushes past, a branch sways, the tree shatters and I die dancing under twinkling shards of bitterness.

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