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It's only me left. I wish it could have been something cool, like from a sci-fi novel. In the end I would be saved by some kind-hearted scientist who manages to make fast-growing saplings from my seeds and then repopulate the entire grove. But this is not a sci-fi novel, and there will not be a happy ending.
Half of this grove was gone with the sound of heavy machinery and a deafening crack of dry wood. No one put up a fight or showed any resistance to them. Trees don't cry. Not even when someone says something mean to them. Not even when they are lonely. Not even when a bulldozer runs them over.
I hope that when they do come for me, they will make me into something nice. Maybe a home for a nice, little family or a summer cottage on a lake. I wouldn't even mind being a chair or a park bench. Just not paper or firewood, anything but that. You get your first taste of the real world only to have it burned down or crumpled into a basket.
Since the forest floor is empty now, I can see the city's lights over this gross flat-plain that has been left behind. The city's kind of beautiful. I wonder if there were trees there before.
They'll probably come for me in the morning. That is, unless tomorrow is Saturday. (One never knows.) But they will come for me, and until then, I will wait.
Half of this grove was gone with the sound of heavy machinery and a deafening crack of dry wood. No one put up a fight or showed any resistance to them. Trees don't cry. Not even when someone says something mean to them. Not even when they are lonely. Not even when a bulldozer runs them over.
I hope that when they do come for me, they will make me into something nice. Maybe a home for a nice, little family or a summer cottage on a lake. I wouldn't even mind being a chair or a park bench. Just not paper or firewood, anything but that. You get your first taste of the real world only to have it burned down or crumpled into a basket.
Since the forest floor is empty now, I can see the city's lights over this gross flat-plain that has been left behind. The city's kind of beautiful. I wonder if there were trees there before.
They'll probably come for me in the morning. That is, unless tomorrow is Saturday. (One never knows.) But they will come for me, and until then, I will wait.
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Oh, the Irony
"You don't know anything!"
"I know."
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that's why it's vulgar
trust me. i'm a product of
two, eating at the eyes that
watch me from
collars hanging neatly,
barely, plainly behind
curtained closets.
and trust me, i've
written thousands of words
to replace the hard skeleton
missing at the curve of your back.
you broke each section at the
greeting of a new word gurgling
at the hollow of your throat--
each new disease tickling you
inside-out, your neurosis
peaking pretentiously,
aching at cameras
and gesticulating at the
sight of highways
spelling your death in
a matter of seconds.
run, jump, cracked,
quick roped.
so, at this sudden branching
of spite and malice
from
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don't look back - oh.
before the
before, face it,
there were faces indelible,
the viscosity of
tar in his voice...
tar on his coarse fingers;
like everywhere
in everything
there was the sacred drunkard illuminating
a way...
when i hid by the bucket and
nettle brushed my shoulder, the poison
was slow;
(in reality, he
ran his cows over with a tractor and there
the sacredness should have ended;
didn't;
before the before there was gnarled bark
off unidentified trees
whispering by the river,
rough to the touch
i would spread out my fingers
fascinated by the splinters
now it is morning and i re
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The prompt was "The Last Tree in a Forest"
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....wow.
Yet again, short, to the point, but beautifully put. Yet this time...so much sadder. I hope this will never happen in real life..being down to one tree..but it might. It also was from a really interesting perspective. Tis not everyday I read from the thoughts of a tree!
Yet again, short, to the point, but beautifully put. Yet this time...so much sadder. I hope this will never happen in real life..being down to one tree..but it might. It also was from a really interesting perspective. Tis not everyday I read from the thoughts of a tree!