Monday, January 25, 2010

To to to

she feels the dirt falling under her feet

and sees the mountainous clouds colliding

rolling

peaks and valleys just miles above her head

manic shouts of thunder alert thousands of birds

to take flight away from here

every dried blade of grass folds

and buries itself hurriedly beneath the soil

to the left and to the right, she is alone

frantic, she sprints to to to

the place in her mind that takes her

away away away

from a lonely world that moves much too quickly


2 comments:

Hannah W. said...

i like this a lot yes its grate

Hannah W. said...

no seriously, the imagery is great as usual