The Vines Were Strangling The Trees

[my final chapter]

The Vines Were Strangling The Trees

The vines were strangling the trees who wished their fate upon me.
I could feel their eyes glaring.
Please don't leave me here.
The moss acted like a blindfold, but I could still feel them staring
like an omniscient demon,
hell-bent on destroying me.

And I could hear the sound of guns as your rubber soles hit soil.
I hoped that bullet was coming for me,
to take me away from this place.
I knew it wasn't.

Thankfully, I was wrong.

And then she was the statue in the middle of the park,
right outside of the branches reach.
I was the nervous character standing there,
admiring.

Her stone eyes shone with such heat they melted me.
Hand-in-hand on the beach, I liquefied and floated out to sea.
Out into that continuum of opaline blue,
Whose hue was only matched by her eyes,
Whose tide was heading away from the shore where she was standing,
contently,
waving goodbye.

And I could never admit how vulnerable I felt
as she sang out to me so beautifully.
And I could never admit how vulnerable I felt
as I started understanding what she was saying;
there were only so many times she could save me.