I heard the whispers of the wind when I walked through the path.
Every echo reminded me of misery, hurt, pain, disgust, lies, hates,
love.
I screamed in horror... I was scared to death.
"Please leave me alone!" they laughed as I begged.
I ran through the woods and found soft branches I can lean on.
I sniff and shut my eyes; not wanting anyone to touch me.
A squeak of noise escaped in the dark.
I heard a laugh... my heart dropped and fainted.
I was about to find my way out when a crow suddenly grabbed my leg!
It touched me.
It touched me.
It touched my everything.
I cried in hurt and pleasure.
It felt good but it hurt.
I tried to escape the touches of wings yet... I failed.
I was horrified. I was scared.
I was not able to let go.
The pain enjoyed each and every moment.
I cried in hurt and pleasure.
Disgusted of the ***** of grass and twigs; disgusted of myself.
It suddenly left without a word
and I lied alone... blood shattered from below.
*I was dead.
