BarkingShadow

Stepping under protective trees, A fantasy world. In my hand I hold all the keys. Eyes widen and sparkle bright. A sight of a shimmering stream. Brilliant colored leaves shone on by radiant light. The sun gently kisses my hand. Vines bound around trees reaching out for a dance. One hand in the stream, another exploring the land. Breathing deeply, bare feet digging into the ground… Connection to truth. Tranquility. Serenity. Rustling leaves, animal noises, my heartbeart. All One sound.

                                                           Clenched fists,                                                       First breaths of life.                                                 Not trusting of anything.                                 Little paws constantly opening and closing.                                 One hand in yellow paint, the other in glue.                                                  Loving to feel around.                             Teenage hands,                                                   Holding ciggerettes and alchohol.                        Wanting to experiment.        

Small tails wagging with delight. Excited feelings of togetherness… Puppy love now but eventually the barking of a fight Staring into each other's eyes. Aroma of coffee, idle talk. Lustful love: something money definitely cannot buy. Mixing chemicals in a load… A hand touches another; sparks fly As the concoction explodes. Innocent conversation flows In the park, laughing, having fun. Real, true love in our voices that show. 2 bodies intertwining in bed Soon to be one body, one soul. Sexual lovers soon to wed.

A tragic event,                  a mystery. Trying to breathe out of this tiny vent. Flashing images of sudden death. The most destructive hurricane in history. I am trapped. Trapped beneath a pile of metal, my breathing becoming more shallow everytime. Muffled crying behind me is steadily dying. I can almost see a tiny bit of light shine. How long will my body lie here crushed? My blood is warm, I can taste it; I can smell it. I can feel it seep through my torn rags. There is no chance of escaping this... Death right now would only be complete bliss. I feel the agonizing pain in my body go numb. Really death isn't so bad;