what i see when i close my eyes these days
doomtrees.
i see it. just one. alone.... on top of a small grassy knoll, so to speak but not one with sunshine and bunnies hopping, moreso, dead hay-like grasses in patches and mostly dirt. mud. its blowing through the breeze, branches hanging like dead fingers off a stretcher, drips of something undetectable (from where i am) falling off of them, sinking into the earth below. its silhouette against the sky it whats most powerful... black against dark grey mistyclouds, red orange sunset lightning storm. not huge, but very old. bark curling back in places, especially the middle, where all the armbranches come away from the trunk. and as i walk closer, i see the flow, seeping from that middle, the bent-back bark glistening with some moisture. a fluid. uknown to me, because its too dark to see....and closer, i walk with caution because my intuition says this tree is somewhat cat-like in nature, those long tenticles almost reaching the ground just waiting for something to get close enough, like a venus flytrap. (innate urge to cocoon) so i step back once and tilt my head, squinting to see and then notice my feet sinking in the mud a little more then im comfortable with... and around my calves, to where the mud has now gone up to i see not water producing this sticky mess, but blood. puddles pooling around my legs as frantically, i try to pull them free..smearing the blood further up onto my thighs, hands constantly slipping from their grip...
i see it. just one. alone.... on top of a small grassy knoll, so to speak but not one with sunshine and bunnies hopping, moreso, dead hay-like grasses in patches and mostly dirt. mud. its blowing through the breeze, branches hanging like dead fingers off a stretcher, drips of something undetectable (from where i am) falling off of them, sinking into the earth below. its silhouette against the sky it whats most powerful... black against dark grey mistyclouds, red orange sunset lightning storm. not huge, but very old. bark curling back in places, especially the middle, where all the armbranches come away from the trunk. and as i walk closer, i see the flow, seeping from that middle, the bent-back bark glistening with some moisture. a fluid. uknown to me, because its too dark to see....and closer, i walk with caution because my intuition says this tree is somewhat cat-like in nature, those long tenticles almost reaching the ground just waiting for something to get close enough, like a venus flytrap. (innate urge to cocoon) so i step back once and tilt my head, squinting to see and then notice my feet sinking in the mud a little more then im comfortable with... and around my calves, to where the mud has now gone up to i see not water producing this sticky mess, but blood. puddles pooling around my legs as frantically, i try to pull them free..smearing the blood further up onto my thighs, hands constantly slipping from their grip...