as the light wind looped; the bark on the Aspen trees felt smoother than I’ve ever known it to be. Somewhere in the gray sky, the color of blue stripes itself out of place. The laughs and riddles bounce around it like a wave. A commotion you catch next are the bells and the mistakes loved ones chose.
In momentary conflicts, they slip out of your livelihood. There you are, left trying to grasp onto empty false air. The cracking of branches, grass being uprooted to new foreign grounds. There stood no shelter insight, not for Chatt or even Winter.
No matter where I go, the fatality of their demise will always be the forecast on my mind. I stumble to my step, catching glimpses of reality. Movement from this edge becomes improbable, turning your back on your home to find another desperate city longing for your companionship. Shelter from above promised to believe in for so many years, our belief superficially isolated. The wonderful creature of light gone from His post in a moment’s notice? Tell me because I can sense the darkness swallowing me whole snickering at me; open up, I become its prey.
“Winnie, Winnie, Winnie, Winnie…” Eyes wide, searching canvases I relinquish to be accustomed to, there was no acclaiming her.
Lost in a world believing angels would come to the Savior’s song, the scene of the crime left fake feathers floating beneath the temptation of disguised demons. Shuddering as a silent chill shoots along my strict spine. I shift my body, lost in the fog. Bullets of rain coming in definitive directions, establishing their own patterns amongst the tears upon my stained skin and wounded spirits.
“She’s the only friend I’ll ever have,” I whisper to everything, living in nature. My thoughts in chaos to point the culpability, one wonder of God promising safe waters, while the other brother concocts his own will. Bystanders tallying the score of the fallen and the sacrificed.
Mud kicked up in between wooden slabbed sandals, I cringe at my corrosive thoughts. Dead. Repeating it to myself. Dead. Gone, vanished from existence. Never to live again in mortal attire. Clothing drenched, thoughts raging, sirens blazing like the alarm of life will be reconnected. There was an uncanny of numbness, nothing but fading whispers and searching souls.
Walking miles and miles, on no occasion do I come to the conclusion of avoiding, search for the exodus door, to flee from this imminent adversity. I scan my footwork and swaying arms, power stroking along the side of convinced calamity. Bury down the remorse I felt for myself, because at the moment, I gladly drown in the torment in a bond that can never be rebuilt; may it always remain broken.