Looming stark trees
painted with the faces
of suffering
lined the way.
A thickening fog
strangled the air
and sat heavily
on wet grave, which crunched
with a foreboding growl.
Small bits of vegetation,
rife with hope,
burst from the pummeled rock-
And with every moment,
the air was visibly shifted
in a fashion brothered
to the wavering flame
of a candle
about to exhaust...
And with that, we meet
our Figure:
fingers clasping at this gravel,
touching the mud beneath!
Pleading breaths
escape her mouth
as the filthy dirt
creeps under her nails!
Her forehead: it was gently
touching the ground,
her legs folded beneath her!
Naked in the dark,
her body gleamed
as the sun began to rise:
the effervescent rays
fading into bloody purples
as they conflicted with this dark!
And, finally collapses
our Figure,
with fatigue.
She closes her eyes
as another awakes.
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