VISUAL PROMPT

by X-Cannibal @ DeviantArt

Write a story or poem inspired by this image.

red eats the body last

the trees are watching. they have mouths but no teeth, waiting for you to soften. their arms are thin, breakable, but they don’t need strength. only patience. only time.

you walk because the path is there. because forward is better than back, even if both lead nowhere. the red is climbing your ankles, wrapping around your calves like a gentle hand. like a wound that doesn’t close.

somewhere, a voice: come home.

but you don’t know where that is. if it ever was.

the air is thick, heavy, pressing down on your lungs like a hand over a mouth. like a mother pressing a child into sleep. the trees lean in, closer now. they whisper, petals brushing your face.

stay.

your hands are shaking. you don’t know if it’s fear or something worse—acceptance, maybe.

because the red is here. it has always been here. waiting for you to sit down, close your eyes. let it cover you, like a blanket, like a lover, like a mouth swallowing the last word.

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