Slicing through thick plush forests
that not a ray of life-giving light can penetrate,
pure white cotton gowns are torn and stained
as the trees grab at hair and face.
Heart wrenching screams from beyond the forest
are all that survive its stifling darkness,
and all that determine our heroin's emotions
of true, life-threatening fear.
She feels the small breaks of warmth
in the suffocating branches of the canopy,
as the screams grow louder and the light grows brighter
she knows her salvation may lead to her death.
The final branches peel themselves back from her path
and the deprived roots sink into the soft soil,
she runs into the clearing fully armed and prepared for battle
but all she finds is peaceful silence and one soul.
Screams from the forest forced into her mind
the one fear that nestled deep within her breast,
the fear of death. Now, in the warm clearing,
all of her light and hope generates from one soul.
She runs to the solitary soul, hers eternally,
and grasps her love as though she may lose him forever.
And now, as the tattered cardboard backing closes
over its yellowed pages, their dream is finished,
but mine still aches to leave.
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