An amber glow.

The dying light of eternity—it casts over me.

Tucked into a thicket, I lie, motionless.

Desperate for music, even just a cricket.

It’s aching silence and I have submitted to the Earth.

Take my body, take it wholly.

I pray for the leaves to wrap me tightly.

Into the woods, becoming the foliage.

I lie, in the ditch.

Paralyzed from the ground up—I only have my eyes.

They dart back and forth.

From the road, to flares, and the fair darkness.

Be kind to me, world.

Be kinder than any hands or stares.

With blood spluttering into oblivion, I lie restless.

Freckled from the red of my lungs, my fur sparkles.

I ache with the feeling of life.

Nothing to do but wait—wait, and wait, and wait.

Begging the sky to swallow me up already.

Time had never passed so slowly.